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Sound of No Sound

Lost in thought, her mind
wanders to a younger day, when she
expertly walked the tightrope over joy and
pain, a misstep here and there, but
never completely losing herself in that
cauldron of self-awareness bubbling
below

Pain – it was not feared then, but
admired, on the weathered faces of
the elders, noting their wisdom and
grace, the simple way they brushed
her hair from her face, and kissed
her forehead, assuring her with their own
worry that there was none for her

But now she wonders where that
elder-wisdom has gone, and will it ever
find her, or if it’s even hers to long for,
the kiss of peace long ago washed from
her furrowed brow.

When did she stop trusting herself?
Was it the first time she rolled over in her
lover’s bed only to find he wasn’t there?
When she felt the sharp sensation of betrayal
from one she considered a friend?
When the sting of loss pierced her heart so
deeply she thought she would drown in the tears
she never cried?

In the stillness that is left she listens,
listens for anything that will convince her
she’s alive, and in that empty place, darkness
reverberates like a thousand universes swirling
around their suns, like the hum of angel wings,
like the breath of creation in her ears

Like all those who came before her
Like all who will ever come

The sound of no sound
bringing life, bringing light
resting in the goodness that rests
inside the stillness of her mind,
where she is whole

©SpiritLed 2014


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Last Goodbye

“my heart grieves” she says
and i ask
“why does your heart grieve?”
she answered
“because i know that the love
we used to share has died…it seems
all that’s left in its place is the memory
of how it used to be…a memory
of how it used to feel…”
and the only answer i could
give her was my silence
and a guilty stare into the space
past her…but then i took her hand in mine
and felt her fingers in between
the spaces of my own…it didn’t feel the same…
and i said
“indeed…the love we once shared
has died…buried beneath
painful memories and broken promises…”
she looked at me and i looked away
to hide the tears…and the silence
that followed became our last “goodbye”…


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Get a Clue

If the way he loves when you’re alone, is different when you’re not at home

                Get a clue

If the things he whispers in your ear are not the things that others hear

                                Get a clue

Don’t bury your head in the sand, trusting in that wedding band

                                                Get a clue

Just ’cause you don’t want to see, it will not change what’s come to be

                                                                He’s using you.

                Get a clue.


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Where Is That Woman? (Weekly Challenge)

Where is that woman I used to be

So naive and trusting

Before life happened

Now jaded, shaded, not quite the same

It’s hard to trust when you feel the sting of betrayal

After you realize that not everyone can be trusted

After you’ve been hurt enough times

Now I’m somewhere in between

Still trying to be that one I was before

Still loving deeply, and forever

Forgiving…yet not quite

I surprise myself sometimes

With the thoughts that come

Even the words sometimes that just come out

I wasn’t like that before

I’m homesick for that dumb, naive girl

But not enough to return

It wasn’t safe there

But I’m not quite sure…

Is this better?

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