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Until I Am Old

The winds whispered softly seemed to mimic my name Holding onto a truth, where I was not to blame Looming in my shadows, haunting me at night Taunting me yet remaining just out of my sight Keeping my dreams hostage never giving in Wanting a deep true love being my only sin When soon time seems broken making many demands Life seemed to be once again raising up its hands All my many battles play out everyday Doesn't seem to matter if I have anything to say As they try to rock my world knocking me down Holding my head under water attempting to drown When I think I've had enough it relinquishes it's tight hold Whispering into my ear of torture until I'm old 7/8/2020

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John Fleming

Date: 8/30/2020 9:21:00 AM

So many gracious comments...and every one of them most fitting for this elegant little poem of yours, Poetess. I always enjoy your poetry...but this one was that little bit extra special. Many fantastic lines...and evocative and compelling. Excellent writing! With affection :) john

Brenda Chiri
Date: 9/3/2020 5:21:00 AM

John you do help ones ego out I must say!:) lol I do appreciate your kind words!;) much affection:)

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 7/14/2020 12:43:00 PM

We all have our demons to fight and I feel your anxiety in this beautiful write Brenda - I have missed reading your poetry. Blessings, Jennifer.

Brenda Chiri
Date: 7/14/2020 1:57:00 PM

Thank you so much again Jennifer!;)

Ricky Muse

Date: 7/14/2020 3:05:00 AM

Indeed life is a struggle, a journey, a revelation, and yes sometimes torture. Lovely poem...............peace!

Brenda Chiri
Date: 7/14/2020 1:56:00 PM

Thank you Ricky much appreciated!;)

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/12/2020 3:34:00 PM

Yes, things in life can be so hard, Brenda. For some, more so than for others. I love the angst in this.

Brenda Chiri
Date: 7/12/2020 4:22:00 PM

Thanks Andrea I appreciate that!;)

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 7/11/2020 1:44:00 PM

Such a great write Brenda, speaking with such desire and full of romantic tones. Hope you're well my blessed friend, Blessings always,Gordon

Brenda Chiri
Date: 7/11/2020 2:32:00 PM

All is well gordon thank you !;)

Regina Mcintosh

Date: 7/10/2020 6:09:00 AM

This is a amazing write. I appreciate the heartbreak I hear and have felt so much pain in my own life that I've struggled to heal from that I can tell you have too. God bless your artistic talent and prayers for your beautiful soul

Brenda Chiri
Date: 7/10/2020 9:49:00 AM

Gina thank you and as I told pixie I appreciate your kind words!;)

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 7/9/2020 7:47:00 PM

Its not fun when we are bound by torture whether through remorse, loss, or missed opportunities, dear Brenda. I pray this is fictional and like W W, said, if unicorns to exist, then I'd wish they'd veer your way soon, lol, be good, stay safe, keep writing, you inspire me xo

Brenda Chiri
Date: 7/10/2020 9:48:00 AM

Pixie thank you so much! Your words are so uplifting and appreciated!;)

Winged Warrior

Date: 7/9/2020 5:24:00 AM

Hey sissy, great write...of course, we want to see you forever young...I'll talk to the unicornies lol... love & hugs...bro bro :o)

Brenda Chiri
Date: 7/9/2020 11:27:00 AM

Haha dear bro bro as do I! Lol yes the unicorns I am sure can help!;) thank you dear brother!;)

Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/8/2020 9:11:00 PM

Whoa! May that day (of you're being old) be a long time away... Images of a withered Gloria Swanson watching 9mm films of herself in her heyday, all alone in her basement theater in Beverly Hills, five decades later a faded, wizened siren... lol. (I actually saw such a sight on TV years ago). Cheers, Gershon