My world this morning is unsettled
Yet again.
Dark gray clouds race through the early morning sky,
And a wind from the sea, 30 miles away,
Blowing, fiercely,
Bending trees.
Bending me.
A voice called to me
speaking silently
Asking me for just a small slice of my soul.
It would have been so easy
to acquiesce, to agree.
To pretend, again.
Oh I am so good at pretending
At making up stories
That what isn’t, is.
This time I said, no…..
You can’t have that slice.
Because it will leave a wound
When you are gone.
My heart lately, is tender.
It is covered with small wounds healing.
Wounds inflicted by me
Pretending, for you.
I can’t inflict another.
Even though I love you with all my heart.
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Beautiful
Thank you so much.
When i was young, feeling like a former life it was so long ago, i loved poetry. I loved copying others; words. Then I stopped, never to return. Until now, reading this. Thank YOU for completely, totally understanding. This may be my favorite poem of all time.
Wow! I am so honored, you have no idea how much it means to have my words touch you. You made my day with your kind words. There are poems scattered through this blog mostly written when I’ve been tortured. I feel like I’ve made a friend today. Thank you… – deb