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Emily Sahakian  (email)

 

About the Poet:

Emily is a dissertation-writer, playwright, and poet currently residing in Paris. She feels and thinks seriously and has been writing since she was five.

 

 

I fell

 

I fell out of the sky one morning
and right in front of your eyes
I hadnít realized I had fallen

The earth was cold, calm, and complicated

I snuggled into the soil

I worked, I slept, I cried

Where have you been? you asked me
never having seen me before
I told you right next door

Youíd been pulled up into the sky one evening

By an angel

She was an angel of death

You hadnít realized youíd been pulled up there

Your thoughts spun around you
You threw up your tears
You grasped tightly to your angel
who prayed piously for you
to let go

My sky
was not a place
where I could fly

The earth
is cold
it hurts
itís complicated

Iím here, I said
not knowing where I was
referring to
Or if youíd be there
in that same place
you too

stilling
momentarily
silently bated
before diving down
and then up and down again again

Because that sky
is not a place
where
I
will ever fly