Forsaken

Wipe the moisture from words spoken
Then was a different time.
A shallow belief in the healing power
Years bring.
Not only appearances change
Internal aspects develop
Maturing to produce surprising acts.

I wish we would meet once more
My personality now encouraged to spread.
Stood from where it hid
Shadowed and intimidated
By beauty and popularity.

I was neither in my own eyes
Abuse proved the ideals of my self worth
Mirrored and lived
Through the script of thoughts.

Still my reflection is disgruntled
Shattered pieces of soul
Lay floored
Depicting memories of scattered remains.

Storm

The wind

Invisible and forceful

Placid turning foreboding

Collapsing all in its path

Just as emotions,

Invisible to the eye

But felt,

Bring a person to its knees

Struggling to walk, speak and see

Blinded by adverse thinking

Conceived by an internal hurricane,

Leaves fall, skies cloud

As does the soul,

Natures storm transferring to the mind

Dark to dark

Cold to cold,

Help bring shelter to the stranded

Feel their breeze upon ones face,

Though the sun is bright

Somewhere close, behind the eyes

A storm is approaching.

…without love

Unrequited

Baring all not to recieve
makes giving the hardest choice,
Speaking truth
an insanity voice,
Telling someone you love them
with uncertainty can kill a soul,
The bravest emotion to act on,
Rejection leaving nowhere to go

A look of horrified realisation
can snap a spine,
Send the world tumbling forward,
freezing time,
The line of balance
between joy and pain,
is a thin barrier
Of obsessive and sane

Silence breaks a thousand hearts,
but speaks truth to the innocent,
right answer that feels wrong,
emotionally no relent,
Mentally hurt and wounded,
Courage builds until the mind can’t contain,
the feelings of willing to sacrifice
heart and soul again

Old scars bring doubt, though hope present,
Suppressed feelings, yet the heart hears the call,
The voice will shake, with this the hardest act,
To speak truth of love unrequited, once more