Beneath The Bruises
Just because she
doesn’t say it ..
It doesn’t mean
that its
not thought
and just because
she doesn’t
cry none, it don’t
mean that
she’s no longer
hurting anymore ..
Take it
from me, from
someone
that knows her ..
For beneath
the many bruises,
something
is awakening but
as yet, it
just stirs so gentle
and quietly,
some might well
call it pride ..
Whereas I call it
dignity,
though of course,
both would
do very nicely
indeed, since she
is already
burnt out and all
but broken
and wasted, yet
above all,
she does remain
so much
a woman, a wife,
daughter
and a mother ..
Oh’ dear lord yes
and maybe
she is, after all
someone’s muse
a very
special friend
and though tired,
she still wants
nothing more than
for once to
be somebody’s lover ..
Powerfully penned, Neville. An excellent write that really grabbed me by the heartstrings my friend. A very heartfelt poem sir. Appreciate you.
Damian
Cheers Damian .. I appreciate you too sir .. Neville
I’ve already read it three times…. and if I could I would give You AllStars in both your hands for writing it because You deserve it and more. How could You do it that powerfully, effortlessly simple. I only have one answer when I ask myself this, That You, “The Neville” have the ability to feel it as it is.This one deserves more attention. I treasure it.