She stood at the lectern
Teaching from restoration
Yet, not one audience member
Could deny her infection
...damaged
Tattooed from face to feet
Living, sobriety from drugs
No matter his freedom
He's always just a thug
...recovering
Pockmarked as a teen
She can still hear their jokes
Yelling across campus
Forever binding her with yokes
...weighing
They gather in the courtyard
Demanding for relief
Clothes clinging to frail bodies
Walking with the constant grief
...marked
Oh wholey soul
How far you have come
But no matter the progress
The absence of all you have done
...remains
................MARKED
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-26-2024
i have to keep reminding myself
that i'm with you
because i never see you
i miss you
but i have barely seen you
i want to miss you truly and wholey
but we have to start somewhere
for me to get there
but right now
we are no where
its as if our relationship
is just a shadow
instead of a actual object
a dream instead of reality
a sketch instead of a full blown picture
i want to color in the lines
i want to see something grow
and become
and bloom into a wonderful thing
but we are stuck in neutral
i want to go somewhere
with you
i want you right next to me
holding my hand
whispering sweet things in my ear
i want to look at you
i want to memorize every curve of your cheek
ever crease and shadow
i want to look into your eyes and get loss
i want you to hold me when im down
and make me smile
i want to touch you
hold you
see you
talking to you is great
but i need more
my heart desires more
a relationship is more than this
not that i'd know
all of my relationships have been horrible
barely relationships at all
but i want this one to count
i want this one to be real
alive
I used to like to go fishin' at the river of "crazed insanes'...
I had my heart broken at 'the river of pain'.
I used to like to draw pictures of abstract art...
Now i've only drawn from a picture of a wholey broken heart.
I used to love to sing songs of love...
Now i only mask my feelings like a hand deeply hidden, inside a well worn glove.
I used to laugh instead of cry...
Now my only dream is to no longer live unloved,
My final dream in life is simple-My heart is broken-I wish to die, and
never of love's heartache to my ears, to never be spoken.
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