Friday, August 19, 2011
Unstated -- Poetry 2011
When my dreams fade into redundancy
becoming rutted like the journey I travel
in waking hours, how will I find hope?
Life and death walk hand in hand since
love collapsed in on itself at an early age;
hiding in the fear of picking another cruel
partner, I’ve never forgiven myself or
forgotten how I failed to stand up against him.
When I was young I never thought my dreams
would shatter; the broken shards irrevocably
wounded my soul for the rest of my life.
My fault again for not relinquishing the pain but
pain that was known was better than nothing.