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Once Free
Slow crimson tears, trickle down redden cheeks, but the color you are blind to see. Darkness clings all around me, like a second skin, no a blanket sufficating me. Stealing not my life, but my hope. Soothing and comforting here none, may stumble upon me. Lost in your deathly embrace, my cries fall upon deaf ears. The agony of my sorrow ignored by you. Here none may see my anguish wallowing up inside like lava from beneath the surface of my facade. The screams die muted behind this stone wall. Slowly this prison drowns out the vibrant light. That which once was, bright now barely a glimmer. Dreams crumble and washed away by the saline stream. Inside the spirit entombed and forgotten, now left behind the empty shell of a life once free.
When I read this poem, I could see myself and all of the despair that I have endured in my own life and I never would wish that on anyone else. They say that people most often write about things that are going on or that they have experienced in their life, I know this is true becuase it's what fuels my pen.
I hope that you aren't suffering that way that I have and that if you are that you are strong and continue to be optimistic, it's the only way to get through to the sun after the storm.
Be well My Queen
Peace & Infinite Blessings Always,
Nate