LOOK AT ME! … a poem

You’ve hurt me

You’ve humiliated me

You’ve disappointed me

You’ve made me cry

You’ve broken my heart

You’ve broken my spirit

You’ve caused me guilt I cannot deny

You’ve looked at me with contempt, sometimes

You’ve proffered words of poor advice

But I forgive and love you

No matter what

As I see you in the mirror

Looking back into my eyes

FINAL PORTRAIT… a poem

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The shards of glass

Show sides of me

I don’t think I was ever meant to see

Memories of loved ones

Gone long ago

Haunt my mind like a salacious foe

Love and hate – empty and full

Reflecting the dark-side in this poor soul

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Childhood kindness

Like holding hands

Whispering secrets

And making plans

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Making love for the first time

Reflecting through tears

Lost in a world

That thrives on our fears

These are the final portraits I see

As life’s vital essence spills from me

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CHASING THE HORIZON.. a poem

“I am not now, nor shall I ever be,

Sated with this life of philosophy!”

Those were the last words I thought I would hear

Whispered from the lips of the one I held dear.

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Then a palpable change settled in the room,

And I wondered aloud, “Could this be our doom?”

And a miracle happened, there before my eyes,

As the body before me started to rise.

Not from some ill-fated ghostly-formed force

No, this was the willingness of quite another source.

Stunned, though I be, as I stood there in wonder,

I couldn’t help but smile at the small clap of thunder.

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You see, a storm had been raging outside,

As if in this room, where I gazed full of pride.

She then lay back down, content and enlightened.

With her last words she smiled – “I’ll be chasing the horizon!”

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ASHES… a poem

The ashes are all that’s left

Of the woman I loved so dear.

These callused hands once held her close

While these lips whispered in her ear.

Now, I say, I love you.

I will repeat those words every day.

And in my mind, I still hear your reply

Because, it was always that way.

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