blend
secreting my blues infused with fire within my sacredness
With tears unwept and sadness misunderstood, my soul yearns
Inside the eternal storm, I seek sanctuary
Lying my bones in the sun, white from sunlight
My thoughts sharpen them
sewing dreams out of feelings
where I interpret them later
So much grief within my hollow spaces
It leaves me off balance
Loneliness comforts me
empty of thought, I am an outcast
stricken with great anxieties
Sigh, to connect with humanity, I try
But so often I am too needy
Or I am too intense
It makes people shy
And I withdraw feeling odd
Lately, the spirits have quieted
With thoughts of why, I’m told I am to interact as a mortal
So my days have been ones of silence of late
With only the briefest of reminders from my Father
Who has pulled back to observe how I do
With my apologies, I tell him I’m not doing very well
caress the duress and make it speak
The tears are long overdue
Storm clouds are brewing,
I fear it will be a downpour
a flood of emotions mixing with my hurt
imploring my greatest companion to come back to me
My faith says I don’t blend
If the truth of art, of poetry, is to make you feel, your poem Crimsin has left me hollow staring into the abyss while grasping for hope. Sometimes all that is left is the downpour. Thank you for sharing. -Curt
hello dearest Curt your comment touched me deeply it is poetry itself…this was a painful write or rather coming from a hurt place… thank you for feeling with me ❤️
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Another excellent write with deep layers my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian this was an underground poem I wrote last year looking over those poems I fear I was a better writer then thank you for the continued support it means a lot to me ❤️