poetry – Page 9 – Noellie's Place

Reality

Panic simmers beneath the skin

Can’t believe what is true

Your fathers God becomes your own

Fingers tight around colors of red

Tongue pressed out in concentration

Little finger touching paper of what will be

Wordless wants flush my cheeks

Eyes cast down to hide the fire

Tears of others used as a whetstone tool

Sharpened tongue precisely placed

Tears of hope roll down my dry cheeks

Trapped in a world you resented
Broken free from a cage built with love
I see now it was never meant to be

If I dare to give my love

I’m afraid I would be taken by hate

Hidden well within a weeping willow tree I see you wave

Betrayed by the winds of your own heart my view is quite clear

Many rings in his limbs twisted with time gently hold

Collected faded and fallen petals of his rose

Catching the tears that fall from a storm

When her basin is full and begins to overflow

From sadness a garden of flowers she makes grow