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Bitter Sympathies

This was her bitter sympathy,
she wished to not be seen,
crying up a sea of tears
and wishing to her last,
suppressed by all her childish fears
haunted by her past-

Grieving from the horrible past
crying for sympathy,
she must find a way to overcome her fears.
She locks a door to not be seen,
these memories are not to last,
so she wipes away those tears.

Wiping away those tears, 
shying away from the past,
she wonders, "will I ever last?" 
she has to stop the moaning sympathy
For who she is, she has to be seen,
she overcomes her worries and she overcomes her fears.

Overcoming her fears, 
there are no more tears, 
for she was finally seen. 
moving on from the past, 
no more crying self-sympathies
for the day it was she had last. 

For a day it was she has last,
she helped others with their fears,
she finished her sympathy,
and she dried away their tears,
she took away their past,
their past never to be seen. 

Their past never to be seen, 
as day for them to last,
they finally forgot their horrible past.
they overcame their fears,
they never shed their tears,
for they were freed from this sympathy.

No more of these fears,
and no more of these tears,
there is no longer a sympathy,
for eye to eye they had seen,
they had finally last, 
from their horrible past...

Copyright © Elaina Dixon | Year Posted 2006

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I was never there

Once when she was falling
I had not paid attention to her crying,
once when she was calling
I was not there...
My mind was not here,
and I just did not see. 

I did not see
when she was falling
I was not there
for her crying
I just was not here 
when my name it was she had been calling.

For me she was calling, 
and I just could not see
and for her I was not here,
while she was falling.
during her crying, 
I was never there...

I was never there, 
where she was calling.
and when she was crying
I just could not see
that she was badly falling
I was not here....

My mind was never here,
my mind was never there,
while she was falling,
and while she was calling. 
I refused to see,
and I ignored her crying...

Ignoring her crying,
I was not here. 
I just couldn't see,
nor my mind was not there
while she was calling, 
and while she was falling... 

I was not there,
for her calling...
and during her falling,
I was not here...
clearly, I did not see...

Copyright © Elaina Dixon | Year Posted 2006

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IT BEGINS WITH SNOFLAKES

Alone in body, not in spirit,
adding another year to life;
and appreciating what's worth:
when others are long gone to rest,
and I am overwhelmed by guilt, 
being detached and deprived of their laugh...


It begins with snowflakes,
covering up all that is old,
and somewhat being discarded and forgotten as mistakes,
to bury a nostalgic past: 'till spring, dispersing cold, 
reawakens it from its stagnant state;
and with nothing but hope I hopefully wait....


These hands are empty and in need of sympathy,
seeking someone to touch them with warmth;  only yesterday
I owned happiness and the entire world;
giving the sincerest love and being loved,
but today the richness I avidly possessed has vanished for good:
and was it my fault to let it slip from my uncaring, weakened hand?


What ends in sorrow must not be considered a dead-end,
beyond a snowy season:  there are more seasons with sunshine;
have the boldness to discover them and be captivated!
My season begins with snowflakes hiding, from view, beauty and time;
to make me reflect deeply on those decisions that weren't so perfect:
by putting honesty before trust, and not feel betrayed by the effort... 


Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2008