when I cried out once
into the empty
you heard, you brushed my hair
back from my face
with a shaking brittle finger
I see you sit, your aching head
resting on your hand
heart right there, in your eyes
and all I want to do
is touch your smile
I will, tomorrow
when the world becomes real
and a new place is born
out where the fence
was falling down
5 comments:
I like this, I rejoice in your world renewed, and in your real happiness.
SG
yeah, what she said.xx♥
gorgeous - both painting and poem...just beautiful
you have a gift (or gifts)
This poem gave me goosebumps...ta for sharing...
Michelle, the painting. Amazing.
The poetry, pure you, beautiful.
Love Renee xoxo
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