In the moonlight, she stood still
Facing the ghosts that haunted her...
Why? She wondered. Why now? Why me?
Every time she thought she was rid of them,
they came back to haunt her, to ridicule her.
Why did she always succumb to their taunts?
The more she tried to run and hide,
The less she succeeded.
Nowhere to run. And no one to run to...
When did this happen? and, what had happened?
She yearned for a glimpse of her old self...
All she saw was a broken spirit.
When did the sheepdog become the sheep -
Ready to follow, forgetting to lead?
Was her spirit really dead?
Or, merely asleep,
waiting like Aurora to be awakened?
Would she ever be herself again?
She wondered...
And tears streamed down her face.
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Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Thursday, September 2, 2010
The Embrace
The windswept hill beckoned.
The waves rushed in,
touching but the fringes of land.
Earth remained earth –
Arms outstretched, but standing still.
Water remained water –
Fluid, yet bound.
Together, yet apart, in spite of themselves
each, in their own place…
The breeze came through –
light yet intense,
touching, soothing, gently caressing –
And the hill failed to remember
the passionate sea crashing below.
The waves rushed in,
touching but the fringes of land.
Earth remained earth –
Arms outstretched, but standing still.
Water remained water –
Fluid, yet bound.
Together, yet apart, in spite of themselves
each, in their own place…
The breeze came through –
light yet intense,
touching, soothing, gently caressing –
And the hill failed to remember
the passionate sea crashing below.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Panacea
He waits, expectantly, by the door,
Loneliness, that unwelcome boor
And speaks gently, through the mist
“Are you sure, I haven’t been missed?”
Images engulf me – of loneliness, myself and me
He advances; an old sign of empathy…
“I’m not alone now, so why are you here?”
“Not alone don’t mean you’re not lonely.”
I almost let him in: loneliness that sneaky fiend
But the mist, it clears, and from within,
You emerge, fighting the mist and my fears
And I’m so grateful, baby, that you're here.
Loneliness, that unwelcome boor
And speaks gently, through the mist
“Are you sure, I haven’t been missed?”
Images engulf me – of loneliness, myself and me
He advances; an old sign of empathy…
“I’m not alone now, so why are you here?”
“Not alone don’t mean you’re not lonely.”
I almost let him in: loneliness that sneaky fiend
But the mist, it clears, and from within,
You emerge, fighting the mist and my fears
And I’m so grateful, baby, that you're here.
Questions
Did I rush you into things?
Skew your judgment and thinking
Point out rainbows you didn’t see,
And ask you to trust me?
Did I push in head first,
When I thought my heart’d burst?
And would you still be here with me,
If I lived up in a tree?
Be scared that we would fall,
If we slept up on a wall?
Did you ever realize fear,
Rhymes perfectly with bee?
Here’s something I couldn’t ask Fred,
Do you think we need more bread?
Skew your judgment and thinking
Point out rainbows you didn’t see,
And ask you to trust me?
Did I push in head first,
When I thought my heart’d burst?
And would you still be here with me,
If I lived up in a tree?
Be scared that we would fall,
If we slept up on a wall?
Did you ever realize fear,
Rhymes perfectly with bee?
Here’s something I couldn’t ask Fred,
Do you think we need more bread?
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