She was the knock on wet wood after a thunderstorm.
Soft and muffled from the layers of dewdrops and tears from the heavens.
Dark and frayed like the ashes of a split birch tree after a fire in the valleys.
She was the feline, black enough to melt into the night,
uncalled for,
unrecognized,
not desired for.
A secret, kept within the chamber of not knowing.
Not knowing where or who or how or why she was.
She was the trust, broken and left unhemmed.
Naked and barebacked for the gods to shame.
Unholy for the soul to flee from and the sinners to ravish.
She wasnt one, she was of one.
Of three or four or five,
Lost within a crowd of seekers,
who sought only the feathers of a bird but not the creature on the inside.
Left to the world, alone, feeble, and frozen.
Categories:
unhemmed, abuse, addiction, depression, evil,
Form: Free verse
Weary heart
Like a thorny rose
Each prick blisters
Representing accumulated blows
Now thickly glazed
Cautious & patient these days
Yet not withered tart
This frosty rose
Immediately froze
Crimson cloved
Armor lost in a doze
Stranger, I'm agile
Cannot view me fragile
Straw-like and green stemmed
Silky petals easily unhemmed
Vulnerably swaying in an evening breeze
Keep your distance, please
To the chosen few
I ask, “Will I ever learn
To let my guard down to you?"
Categories:
unhemmed, love,
Form: I do not know?