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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

The Stains of Longing


She sat there on the porch, silent
No shimmer in her sleepless eyes
Just as plain as a white t-shirt
Wanting the rain to come down
To wash away the stains of longing

So envious of the moon
how the stars
they all seemed to swoon
and surround the night with love
she wished on them all
for a voice as strong as the wind
Just a little more courage
To do more than just pretend
To be crowded with life
And for the loneliness to end
for a little sunlight to befriend

Perhaps it was all her fault
Pushing away chances
Instead of clouds
Until her eyes became a faded blue
Blending with the grey
Remaining speechless
Though there was much to say

Overpowered by thunder
Her heart’s telling
Could vaguely be heard
And so she misinterpreted
Every single word

If only she could spend a day
Without the night
Lost in her own darkness
Determined to find the way
To make it all right


  1. Oh, my gosh. Wow. You have the most wonderful way of honing right in on emotion and laying it out on display.

    Did that make sense? I just read it back and I'm not sure. I guess what I'm saying is that there's a raw honesty to your work that makes me love it so. You pull back the curtain and invite readers to immerse themselves in the core. Just wonderful.

    1. It makes perfect sense and it's a wonderful compliment! Thank you!


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