The Blues
like my daddy says,
it's just like ringing a bell
and sundrenched guts
wrought with pain
spill out onto the page
just to claim their existence
it tolls just in time
to mark the moments
in which we can
lay claim
to the
hurt
and recognize the
various substances
in which those
feelings
are formed
and felt again
and again
even years later
ones from past times
that lay dormant
yet unforgotten
ones in which the spirit
was bruised
not broken
ones from recent history
and the ever present past
ones that have
reshaped and shifted
the inviolate truths
we have tried to hold dear
the feelings that are held in
masked with smiles
accompanied by averted eyes
feigned indifference
feelings denied or forced
and constantly
loathed for their presence
ones that surface when
we are least expecting
which force our beings
to their proverbial knees
i am now kneeling
prostrate to the ebb and flow
of constant heartbreaks and stabs
from the inner heart
and external world i have
managed to create
you can't hide yourself
from yourself
but it is easy to hide
from others.
Copyright © Shayna Earnest | Year Posted 2008
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