Your love is like a mystery,
a puzzle I want to complete.
With pieces of myself to fill
the spaces where once love reigned.
You thought it would be better
to hide yourself in the shadows,
afraid to feel the pain that comes with
loving someone new.
And so you retreat into your shell
building walls to protect your heart,
no longer looking for love to alight
on your cold, hardened soul.
Yet you shouldn’t run or hide away
because I come bearing gifts for you.
These hands that will lend you strength
when you need to face stormy days ahead,
a smile to brighten the darkest nights,
and my love to warm you when you’re cold.
All that I ask is for you to give a chance,
accept what I have to offer, so step away
from the darkness you enveloped yourself in
and come and rest your burdened heart
within the circle of my arms.
Like a knife caressing innocent flesh until beads of blood form,
so does your infernal indifference draws droplets of my soul.
Swimming in self doubt and self recrimination,
you left nothing for me to hold on to not even a sliver of hope.
I have given you the me I value the most,
even my secret dreams wrapped in layers of silk,
and yet it seems they’re not enough to hold you close
because you left me to wander on my own.
Like the wailing storm that comes to devastate the world,
so does your incessant silence break the fragile shelter I call home.
Ripped apart without a care, how easily these walls come crashing down,
disillusionment has left me on my knees cradling what’s left of my domain,
tears start to come and flow so strong, clouding the windows of my soul,
the pain comes unbound as my carefully built fortress starts to decay,
everything is gone, carried away by the raging torrent of tears that fall,
from eyes that once perceived the beauty that was your face.
-The Elusive Scribe 101613-
Four walls of stoic silence looming above the
boxing in a fragile soul tapping round and round.
Seeking a hole in which it could squeeze through,
to breathe life its silent sentinels robbed her of.
Clouds of darkness shield the day from giving life
to her transparent soul iridescent in the shadows,
that is constantly rapping, tapping on the thick walls.
Her only dream was to break away from her lonely
and live beyond the walls of her eternal prison.
Where she can breathe in the sweet air of freedom,
and taste the sweetness of life.
To look up at the skies and send a kiss to the sun,
and lie down on soft grass as the moon comes up to
bid her a blessed night.
Where she can dance with abandon as flowers blown
by the wind swirl around her.
To wade in the cool, blue waters of the rivers and the
and eat the fruits borne from the earth when hunger
Yet her dreams are still beyond her reach,
the walls remain silent and thick.
No one can hear her cries from beyond,
for the silent sentinels have barred everyone.
-The Elusive Scribe 043013-