Drunken With Wine
My pen drunken with wine channels my deepest thoughts
rambling over blank paper flowing over emptiness with words to encourage
The pen shall not betray like love once did killing the soul My rebirth is inevitable
I am but who am I to ask for love's showers to stay warm
caressing my heart with strong masculine arms?
No, not me I will not ask for the icy waters to end its numbing deception
Pen capture my value my worth with your drunken ink
Do not smear with my tears let my voice be heard from the page
A smile was once a curl of his hair shining in moonlight wrapped around my finger
His soft touch nothing but callousness I know
I will learn to look in the mirror and smile I must learn to love myself
Break away from my pain dear pen and flow
like a river cleansing my soul giving me a fresh start
The mother in me is my reason to survive
I cannot aimlessly float like driftwood through life
I shall dive deeper and swim past the strongest currents
The tumultuous waters are yesterday's drink swirling in my glass
Drunken pen be my courage Lift me from my words to flights of hope
in sunlight with colors of the rainbow coming to rest in God's hands
The wine has gone from my pen to my head
The room spins as letters create words emotions fly above me
I will drink another glass and toast to life love courage tomorrow
Every tomorrow no matter what comes my way
Who will surrender? Not I
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, May 3, 2012
for Drunken Pen contest (Elliott Bowe)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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