Here I sit staring down
At my clinched fist
Such force in the squeeze
Veins protruding on my wrist
To be noticed they do insist
Fist cradled by my other hand
I watch as it slowly unfolds
Revealing nothing
As air rushes through my chest
I am filled with anguish
What is hidden
What do I seek
What are the words
I dare not speak
Lurking in the shadows
These thoughts they creep
To fully explore them
They beg but still not a peep
Refusing to acknowledge they exist
Feels like the best way
To deal with this
In this life that’s so hard
I try to capture an image of you
To keep it in a jar
And carry with me
No matter where I go
Or how far
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With all the desperation and power
Of a young woman trapped in a love gone bad
She bangs on the door
Such energy when released into the universe
Attempts to reach whatever it can and destroy
He feels the vibration coming through the floor
Sitting on the couch
All sound from the world around him blocked
By the music in his ears
The Sound so thick
It is as he is adrift in it
But still the message received by his feet
Is all too clear
Words from your heart
Escape your lips
Hang momentarily in the air
Then are forced back by the headwind
Blown through your hair
A few appear to get caught
As they hold on for dear life
Eventually losing their grip
And bouncing quickly across the ground
As if chasing their friends
What do we need to
Mend this divide
To act as a seal
To these two independent lives
Subconscious whispers
Of what we think we deserve
Sentences only half heard
Driving us crazy
A taunting puzzle
It’s utterly absurd
The night it seems
To come more quickly
Than before
Soothing as it lays
Itself over me
Heavy weight of troubles
Become light enough to ignore
Brushed from my shoulder
Like crumbs onto the floor
Boulders loaded to the top
Laid across and carried on my back
Just hours before
As quickly as our eyes
Accidently crossed
I look away
I gather my stuff
And stand to leave
I cannot stay
To avoid any chance
Of having you speak
The mere thought of it
Makes me feel nauseous and weak
I handed you
Everything I wanted
You to see
Only the fullest fruit
Picked fresh
From the sunniest
Part of the tree
Hiding all that
Was left dying
On the vine
Turning first to black
And then back to ash
Long ago forgotten
And left behind
What’s not to love
From my handpicked selection
Carefully chosen
And placed over your shoulders
A beautiful Shawl
Painstakingly woven
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