Glower4
She wept
something was broken inside
she knew
she had snapped
glass
no attempt would
get that back.
Her tears
were warm
slow to roll
on her cheeks
that were fast
to grow red
not of shame
but of pain
a red that
is like a sore
a one out of shame
fades
as you gain strength
but this one of pain
would have lain
for years
as your tears
may not roll
after day, two or three
but you are forever
asunder
to have them a free flow
on slightest
hint
of the glass transparency
through which you saw
what was broken
and which has
taken away your glow!
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Nice and interesting post….. .
thank you it is what happens to quite a few of us
Some very good comments from your post.
indeed that post was meant to provoke thoughts and views.
Wow these are powerful words I can definitely relate to.
so sorry carol I am reacting with a comment back after two years…so bad of me..lol
Interesting poem!Nice photo…….
thank you for your kind comment indeed