Do not wait to write.
Not for love, nor money;
Not for attention nor glory.
Do it to heal &
because you are compulsive &
because the story claws at your attention &
because those words weigh down the gut…
Wounding. A 20-year lesson.
A thief made off with a prized possession
Me
Snatched from sacred promises of love everlasting
Held hostage
Imprisoned
A cage of my own hand
Tortured
by hurt invisible,
choking out life, love
Twenty years I spent
Captive to that pain
Yet blind
Ignorant of my own walls
Fences
Wondering why you couldn’t reach me
Wouldn’t reach out to me
Feel me
Know me
None had eyes for well-hidden pain
Buried
And I with it
Trapped
Cowering behind a guarded heart
Safe
From you
Wishes escaped on wings of prayers
Floating beyond boundaries
of consciousness
Sneaking through cracks
Disguised as discarded hopes
Rising above barriers
Taking flight
A call
A song
in my key
Imprisoned heart unlocked
Responding
Wishes as balm
As pathway to freedom
Story as star
Illuminating the road home
Love