High
written by: Linette Rabsatt
high
the higher I rise
I sigh and then I cry
because I can no longer
relate to my people
there are no smiles
there are only cries
my people cry and
don’t see or feel the
highs
by and by
my strength relies on
the living deity
who sits on high
hears our cries
see our sighs
he lives
and loves our tries
some say why
but people need to
cut the cries
and rejoice
for there is a master
on high
who soothes the sighs
eases the cries
and gives the real
high
Linette Rabsatt is a Virgin Islands poet with roots in the BVI and USVI who began writing in 1996. You can find her work in her Kindle book, "Be Inspired: Poems by Linette Rabsatt," in Pulse Poetry Magazine, and on her blog, Words of Ribbon. Her poems and short stories have been published in various journals, magazines, and anthologies, including Visual Verse, Syncopation Literary Journal, Spillwords, and Micromance Magazine. She won the 2024 Read Yuh Ting TOO Virtual Caribbean Poetry Contest and placed second in the 2025 Tell Yuh Story Contest.
Latest posts by Linette Rabsatt (see all)
- High - August 22, 2025
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