Who is She?
How should she be?
Where has she gone?
To be accepted..
Loved?
For she knows not how -
Anymore.
Her heart is too sore -
Bleeding and open,
It pours.
Wild and free?
Insular and twee?
Quiet and calm?
Loud?
Her heart has given
All that it had to give..
And now it lies
Empty..
Bruised and dead.
Her soul has offered -
Peace and understanding,
Now it floats,
Misguided..
Only just afloat..
Rest herself,
Rest -
Forever -
One day she'll return..
2 comments:
I'm not a great poetry lover, never have been, although song lyrics (poems I suppose mean a lot to me at times)
however your stuff always hits me - somehow with your poetry you allow me to get straight in under your skin to the heart of your emotions.
Hell of a talent that.... Write more you really should
Oh wow, thanks for the compliment and supportive words..I should take writing up as a bloody full time career I reckon..Would be great but I guess it wouldn't feed a family of 3 very well :-(
Will keep on writing though and maybe I should try and see whether I could get any published???
Thanks again
x
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