Tag Archive | tears

108. I am silenced

Jun4

I am silenced
I am proud woman no more
My naked feet stand on cold grey stone
My eyes are cast towards hell below

My voice is broken
My spirit torn
My shacked feet can walk no more
I am a woman forlorn

Dispirited heart
Break no more please
Crushed beyond words
No sound passes my lips

I may die now
You will never know how
Shame is all I have
My head must hang low and bow

Forgiveness is not for me
The lesson cannot be discharged
I am not victorious in this battle
I am prisoner to my heart

©Brindology 2017

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64. Verandah 

Dec14

Sitting in the verandah,
I watch the rain fall from the grey skies,
Bringing with them the tears that you once shied away from shedding in front of me.

The heat is gentle on this evening,
And my hair hangs loosely –
Dancing locks in the darkening breeze.

Am I guilty of an unforgivable sin?
Your sobs are numbed by the softness of the raindrops,
But I am not too sure if the wound runs deeper than I could ever imagine.

Your eyelashes are wet.
Your tears stain your face.
Your lips tremble;
I should look away,
I should not intrude,
I should turn my face away.

Forgive me for trespassing upon your private grief.

©Brindology 2016

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53. The breaking

Dec7

That heart wouldn’t stop beating.

That crumpled piece of paper lay where she’d thrown it.

The merlot sang its forgotten melody amidst the shattered glass.

The mosaic grew dark beneath that moist stain, a painful reminder of the hour they’d shared.

Even after the footsteps grew silent, that heart wouldn’t stop breaking.

©Brindology 2015

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47. That night

Dec5

There was that day, that night, not so long ago,
When you held my hand just a little longer than usual,
And looked into my eyes.
I wonder what went through your mind that night.
You didn’t give me a chance to say goodbye.

Did you know I would never see your face again?
Did you know I would cry out for you to return?
Did you know I would never understand what made you leave?

You looked so happy.

Ten years have passed.
That night doesn’t seem so long ago.
I can almost hear you laughing,
Your voice so clear.

You looked so very happy.
You didn’t even say goodbye.

©Brindology 2016

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45. Chaos

Dec5

chaos reigns in my heart.

tossing and turning, my mind swims, my thoughts in disarray.

chaos keeps my words at bay, away from my silenced voice.

everyone knows we kissed.

why does your heart stay still?

chaos runs amok within me.

i cannot hear my heartbeat amidst this noise.

this scares me.

i don’t know what to do.

perhaps you don’t love me

the way I love you.

i understand now.

©Brindology 2016

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34. Unworn

Nov30

You’re gone.
You’re not coming back.
Your shoes lie empty on the doorstep,
Unworn from now on.

The rain fell that night.
I didn’t sleep because I waited up for you.
Nobody told me you had left.

I sat at the table the next morning,
Stirring my coffee till it got cold.
The ground was still wet.
I waited some more.
I waited till I could wait no longer.

My feet pressed into the soft mud, leaving footprints that I hoped you’d fill.

I walked till I could walk no further.
Betrayal is but another word for the absence of life.

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016

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33. Betrayal 

Nov29

Betrayal comes from the empty chair,
Betrayal comes from the broken cup,
Betrayal comes from the thunderstorm stirring trouble in a wounded heart.

Betrayal comes from silence,
Betrayal comes from you,
Betrayal comes from all the things you did and did not do.

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
©Original image by Joanne Garnell

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