Promises were made
in the darkness of shadows.
A reality filling the spaces
between whispered intent.
Oxygen breathing
life into the fiery belly
of a fictional world
where truth is misspent.
Love undersold
in a heartless transaction.
It’s previous owner
removed all the tags.
No longer shiny
it bares the hallmarks of lonely.
Its beauty hidden
beneath a soiled layer of rags.
Like a drunk, I sway in the wind,
legs opposing the mind’s intention
to keep parallel to the path.
Only determination holds steady
this march of commitment, amid
a sea of uncertainty walking, a path
cracked and downtrodden,
loose with unfulfilled holes, spilling
desire into puddles.
My stomach creeps up to my throat, seeking
reassurance from its familiar cries,
that a Mother’s bliss could soothe
by the lullaby of youth now outgrown;
unaware that innocence had a sell-by date.
A marked down emotion, now piled high
at the end of an aisle, its tainted promise
offering nothing more than the value of immediacy.
‘Too good to be true’, remembered,
and immediately forgotten
that first touch, that made my world whole.
Am I now vintage, not newly discarded
or merely second-hand perhaps,
to be found by another who has mislaid
one similar? Can a touch become new,
no comparison made to the hands
that knew every crevice
like the back of his own hands?
This poem was written in early 2012 and I still love it, as it marks a huge turning point for me in terms of who I thought I was, prior to letting go of so much old programming. There was a new poem in the works for today, but it’s being stubborn and refuses to be rushed… It promises to reveal itself in full tomorrow.
Happy Day 19 of National Poetry Writing Month.
Love and light as always, to all my visitors. Sarah xx
Like putty in my thought’s clumsy hands
I lived my life as if creating a brand
My ego controlled, while I hid in the wings
Fearful of saying or doing the wrong things
I knew I must trust, must let go of control
Remove myself from anxiety’s payroll
The Universe conspired and gave me a shove
I shifted from my head; my body fits like a glove
No longer a tourist on the journey of life
I don’t indulge in gossip or strife
I listen to my heart, feel all my emotions
To be and to love is far more than a notion
I feel gratitude and joy, deep in my source
Know my King will arrive on a magnificent horse
I’ve been given the time that I needed so bad
Hadn’t realised it was wrapped in something so sad
I feel my power, I am a High Priestess
A loyal friend and a cracking hostess
Nothing to prove to others or to me
Life will simply play out, as it should be
shiny pebbles 