by Karley Martin
It's all here in plain sight
the whispers through the walls
the elephant in the room.
It’s all coming together like the
tenacious tides rising up against the shore,
but I don’t hear it, do you?
The languishing sound that
echoes through the doorway
into the depths of my soul
I see the light reflected through the broken
glass
It is pieces of me that I lost
scattered somewhere throughout time that has
passed
I wish it could come together
and form into one whole piece
like I wish my life would have been and would
be
A place of contentment, solitude, aspiration
and rest from the weight of this world
that I so consciously wear
What would happen if I just piece it together
again?
To pick up all those broken fragments and place
them
back into the puzzle that I have for so long
set aside,
but this vindicated life has taken its cast of
comfort,
so I do not move and instead sit silently in
this cumbersome place,
between this hall and the wide-open doorway to
peace.
©
K.E.M. 2014
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