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Poetry

deleted_user
deleted_user
I wrote this last spring and found it again. Just wanted to share it with you all.

Slipping

The pain
begging to be set free
finally left your body
but silently slipped into me.
The genesis of the torture,
was at first not recognized.
I engaged in tasks to deny it
until I realized.

You won't arrive on time,
You'll never come back through the open door.
I'll only feel your soul surrounding.
I'll stroke your flesh no more.

I need the movement
of strength, faith, hope
To stir my lfe anew.
I'll traverse this rocky terra firma
Until the Master brings me home to you.

You left us with the doubts of life.
You made the affirmation of death too true.
Can you see your girls? Their confusion?
Their pain?
If you had known their suffering, would you still have brought the rain?

How can the hate I feel equal the pain?
Community Leadercliffskat
cliffskat
"You won't arrive on time, You'll never come back through the open door." Oh yeah, I remember that feeling all too well, having to accept what I didn't want to accept. Very nicely written. Thanks for sharing it. Hugs...
deleted_user
deleted_user
the empty side of his bed, the warmth that he brought during the cold nights. the naked body next to, the spooning, and most importantly the way he tickled my back so that i could go to sleep. Spoiled, I once was, and now to wait for all of that is torture.
deleted_user
deleted_user
Thank you for commenting on my "WORDS" of pain. Poetry is sort of like journalling to me. It helps me to set some of the tied up emotions free. I'm sorry that all of you have such deep understanding of what the roller coaster of emotions do to us, but we DO have each other here to comfort one another.
deleted_user
deleted_user
I wanted to add a little something but I didn't write this.....

"when we honestly ask which persons in our lives mean the most to us, we oftenfind that it is those who, instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not-knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness......makes it clear that whatever happens in the external world, being present to each other is what really matters." written by Henri Nouwen
oceanamoonjl
oceanamoonjl
a poem I wrote.....so fitting how i feel right now re partners death & i......

Lost Hope

She left me with

Naked desires

that ran cold

unto the ground

of our dancing

Youth

promises turned into

Betrayals

Trust

Into haunting silences

thick air charged

With ambiguity

Home full of laughter

Once contained

Now painfully

Washed

With grey shadows

of longing

That yearning

Lost hope

served a purpose

I stumbled as if

a puppet

with broken strings

Fell flat

On my face

Or was it

My ass

Either way

I was

Mortified

no longer

Electrified

Discontent

Seeped

into my pores

Framed photos

fake faces

frozen smiles

Tick time out

as surely as

a bomb ticks

Till it explodes

the bits of ones

Life scattered

amongst memories

gone cold to

the touch

of numbed

Fingertips

My heart

splintered

with broken glass

as our photographs

Emerge free

into the wind

Freedom is not

a greener pasture

a life unlived

a heart

torn free

Freedom

is not

just around

the corner

from Lonely Street

However it

lingers in the

Dreamtimes

of tomorrow

forever taunting

Imprisoned hearts



Jessica Lorraine

copyright

8/30/2007
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