Loss
I was four years old
as I lost my favourite toy,
I cried for half an hour- then I found another one to play.
I was fourteen years old
as I lost my heart to the guy next to me at school.
I cried two weeks as he fell in love with my best friend- then I found another one to love.
I was twenty-four years old
as I lost you in the battle against yourselfI still cry.
Once Again
I can feel your despair
When you find that the
Dreams have undone
Your careful repairs
Once again.
You hold me against you
As I lay shattered on our bed
And you murmur gentle things
That the dreams never say
Once again.
You ask my permission
To kiss away my sorrow
And I cry in gratitude
Because the dreams didn't ask
Once again.
The dreams always return and, for a time,
You must treat me as though touching me
Is a sin, but I know that when I break,
You will gladly hold me back together
Once again.
Don’t Scribble on the Walls
The walls sagged.
They were so...
Full.
Full of memories.
Everything they
Saw
And
Heard,
They absorbed.
Firsts,
Lasts,
Laughter,
Secrets.
But
It was
Only
Children
Who could
See these
Memories.
Children
Who
Traced
The walls'
Thoughts with
Crayons
And
Couldn't understand
Why their
Parents
Couldn't see
The memories
Displayed in the
Plaster.
Some even found
Friends in the
Memories.
They were called
Imaginary,
But were they really?
Dimpled fingers
Followed the
Swirls of
The past
As they throbbed
Within
The walls
And marveled in
The beauty.
But not all
Memories
Are beautiful
And even the
Mighty
Walls
Couldn't always
Protect
The children
From the
Darkness that
They were forced
To bear.
Sometimes,
The children
Were accosted
By shadows
That
Caused
Nightmares,
And
The walls
Looked away
In shame
And distress
And
Cried.
