She was to mend in time
and ran away in the night
to hide it from his face
and to erase him from her mind
but there is no sanctuary
she could lock herself away to
her claws could not reach deep enough
to make what was done undo
sinking into despair
with stained hands and a wounded heart
every night she reached deeper and deeper
to try tearing herself apart
but the misty rain is falling
on the glass she traces on
the place she used to retreat to
in the whispering mist was gone
we need you now more than ever
the world is dark and cold
and all it needs to be saved
is for one truth to be told
lost in time but not to me
you've been with me every day
let my dying wish be this one cast spell
as i call upon your name
even the smallest stars shine a light
out into the quietness...
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Hope she gets to read this! What with 'sanctuary' and 'mist,' 'whispering' and 'quietness.' The smallest of light is visible in any darkness, so the smallest of poems to the most distant of hearts. At least, that's the hope. Thanks for sharing.
we are each imbued, with potential
to love
but, with that gift comes a responsibility
to love ourselves, Equally
to yearn, is to breathe
such is the curse of life
but we may, empower
that survival instinct, inherrant
in our very pulse
and utilise it, to find a path
past
those heartbreaks, dwindling
our whispering lungs
to mere, deflated balloons
and so, hopefully
we emerge, wiser
with a little bit more density
to our heart's
and a lot more, sensitivity
in our awareness
and as we sand by the backdoor
looking out at regret's, desolate yard
we must remember
to keep our front door, wide open
and clean
ready, and with an enduringly
hopeful heart
awaiting...!
(thanks for sharing, dear Poet
and inspiring my little scribble
of a poetic reply
forgive me, if you deem me rude
I genuinely
meant no disrespect, in doing so)
This one is one of my favorites.
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