It all happened so suddenly
A windstorm of magic
That threw open the doors and windows to my world
I had never seen the sun shine so brightly
Or the moon beam on me so lovingly
Even the rain I adore tasted sweeter
Now, in its wake, fallen leaves that crunch beneath my feet
Tiny twinkles of light that dance on drying puddles
A dying wind
And I wonder…where did my magic go
Create, create, create
Let it flow
It asks to live
Give it life
I never wanted a rock
I wanted a tree
Someone I could grow with
I’ve never wanted easy. In my life or in my men. I’ve never wanted worship or fawning. Gifts? How trite.
I prefer questions and conversations.
Heartfelt words written and delivered during the dead of night.
Capture my image. Show me what you see.
Sing to me.
And if all these fail you, speak to me in body language.
Lost in a sea of syllables
Searching for the right rhyme
The back of a hand after speaking up
The weight of a body after saying no
Life breath taken as fingers close around a throat
The prick of a pin
A love of heroine
A mad mind
Close to suicide
A decade of life
You should see her now
But there is no one to hear me
I empty my soul into an empty room
The walls keep my secrets
WHY CAN’T YOU HEAR ME?!
These thoughts are deafening
Please listen to me