To be loved,
Is to be confused.
It’s receiving roses without thorns,
And looks without scorn.
The feeling of melting in someone’s arms,
While being unarmed.
It’s being afraid of the dark,
But knowing the moon shines afar.
The wind that brushes hair from your face,
Making your life suffice.
The moth that’s usually drawn to the flame,
Waits by the porch light to hear you say its name.
The glitter on the floor you can’t get rid of,
The thread in the cloth that you stitch.
The one you get to keep secret,
Safely tucked away in your pocket.
Even if their mention never leaves your tongue,
They still make you think you’re enough.
Because they’re job is to confuse you,
And to never leave you.
Because even after they’re gone,
They still linger on.
In the perfume that they wear,
And in the roses that they share.
What do you know about long suffering?
Have you ever met an accident or disease?
Have you ever fought immense pain and speechless agony?
A state in which tongue is mute and arms or legs are partially locked
It's like being trapped a mentally functional mind in a body hard to move
It's like being a prisoner in your own body.
Note. Health is Wealth.
Where there is life there is breath and where there is breath there is death.
More hours spent speaking with him than anyone else
Needing good advice and wisdom, - he offers a wealth
Paths crossed first, at thirteen, he was dating my mother
Subsequent twenty five years see friendship as no other
My father had dissolved overseas, no influence on my life
'Uncle' John took daunting job of teaching me how to drive
His honest recount of his younger life, experience of LSD
Described the risk and tumult I assessed was not for me
As an adult, through burgeoning occurrences, able to listen
To current worries, angst Uncle John feels, give my wisdom
Throughout my pregnancy with Opal, discarded by her Dad
John, my dear crutch, shared my woes, truest support I had
Eight years later, gladly we remain empathetic companions
Phone calls compile moreish hours, kin without comparison
21st October 2020
Written for Contest : From The Heart
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
- Judged N/A on 28th October 2020
Submitted for Constance La France
N/A Contest for October
3rd November 2020
NO WEDDING BAND, OR RINGS
THEY BOTH ARE NOT WEARING
WHAT HAPPENED?
A LONG-TERM MARRIAGE AFTER DECADES OF YEARS
JUST IN A RELATIONSHIP
NO GENUINE VACATIONS
NO WALK IN THE PARKS
A LONG TERM MARRIAGE
WASTED IN THE DARK?
SOME GREAT DAYS IN THE PAST
AS EARLIER IN THE DAYS
SOME BAD DAYS OVERWEIGHED THE GOOD
A MIXTURE OF EMOTIONS
CARRIED ON BY FEELINGS
IS IT JUST A MARRIAGE EXISTING?
OR, NOT REALLY LIVING?
PEACE, LOVE, JOY
PRAYERS FOR THE TWO
FINDING LOVE AGAIN
IS THE MARRIAGE ENDED?
HURT AND PAINS
CALLING OUT OF NAMES
GRIEF AND UNFORGIVENESS
FOR THE ONE
IS IT TIME TO MOVE ON?
BOTH HAS LEFT
IN AN UNKNOWN WAY
A RING REPLACED
A DIAMOND IS GIVEN
NOW ONE IS REALLY LIVING.
LIFE GOES ON
NO TIME TO WASTE
YEARS PASSING BY
NEVER TOO LATE
HAPPINESS, JOY, PEACE WITHIN
A SMILE WORTH-WHILE
AMEND.
sometimes even when
temporary victory
is seen a draws best
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