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How can you really speak of these…by Little Bird

Quaz | Sep 20th, 2021 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Believe you… Trust you… No matter what happens…
How?
How can I?
You’ve destroyed me and left me to die an emotional death alone before with no remorse,
You come into my life and sing my soul song and speak of love and destiny and forever…
Music and poetry wrapping me around your little finger…
Sun Moon Stars, Oceans colliding, you are the calm and the storm.
You rip open old wounds allowing fragments of light in.
Buried deep beneath scar tissue I still wear your brand burned black into my heart.
For there you’ve lived for what feels like a thousand years, and now I know thousands more still.
I tried hate but couldn’t sustain it, only acceptance eased my penance.
Accepting that I’d let you in, far far too deep beneath my skin…
So, I drowned out the music, for a while I was free, no longer tortured by our song… I grew up… I moved on, knowing you were there… Silent… Sleeping… Living the life you chose without a care…
Then you appear… Out of the blue from who knows where?
Even a caged bird with broken wings remembers how to sing…
But you make me want to fly…
Sore high above the could leaving everything behind in spite of my head… My mind…
But you cannot set me free, you see you’ve made me realize this gilded cage is the safest place for me…
Trust…
Belief…
Not matter what…

How can you really speak of these…

Poet Bio

Lady of Special Wonder

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