If there was a way to speak of this
Then words would flow effortlessly
In the place of tears
That seem to be squeezing
All the life from me
We sat in your room
In the growing dark
So far apart
And you look at me so silently
As I cry
For a time I cannot breathe
As I feel what it is like
To almost drown
Under a flood of water
But as I remember to breathe
My breath
I realise that there is a way
To find the air
Beneath the ocean
And much as I struggled to come
Something deep in me breaks open
Upon the drive home
As surreal orange light
Appears through clouds of grey
What good would it do
To stay away
Because seeing you opens
Places so deeply lonely
And profoundly helpless in me?
What is it
I am protecting my heart from?
And although home is oh so cold
When I arrive
Unlike that room which felt like fire
There still are no words to fully tell
Of what goes on
Beneath the surface
Deep under the skin
Of our traumatic history
I only know we are kin
And beneath the words that are not said
We feel the sense of what it is to live
With such a profound sense
Of wordlessness
Another beautiful piece.
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That means so much to me. thank you xoxo
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Beautiful poem deb! I feel the pain in your words! Or lack of! xo
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It was a tough day that day I wrote it Carol Anne but maybe only because of the grief and sense of powerlessness I felt. Hugs xoox
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