Withstand

The white picket fence collapsed

but when the storm passed the door opened

and I found the upside

 

 

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Unspoken

With you I find serenity.

 

TBC

A fire pulsed through my veins

threatening to take me over the edge

When from his lips slipped the poison

drops of torture knocked me off of my feet

and into the arms of your darkness

casting a shadow over every thought that followed

[TBC]

 

Until You are Satisfied

 

This sadness is a sickness

Gnawing at my reason

I can’t hear my own voice

So I climb into your open mouth

Looking for a stage from which to scream

Hoping for an answer to my questions

Your tongue drags me deeper

There I whisper to you my secrets

But my words you cannot hear

You swallow me whole

You didn’t realise your mouth was full

I float through your gurgling stomach

Alone feeling sicker and sicker

You can’t feel me even though I’m right there

I do all I can to keep you alive

Working the cogs and gears that move you

But you never notice my efforts

You don’t see that I am down here drowning

You drain me without thought

Until you are satisfied.

Sail

Sometimes I start to talk and trip

over my words and return for another attempt

but they slip away and I just laugh

it’s nothing important anyway

next time I’ll find them, the words

I’ll say what I mean and mean exactly what I say

and they’ll hear me and understand

no, the same thing happens again

I start to tell them what’s on my mind

but I lose a word and stumble

my heart stammers and I panic

picking up any words I can to fill the silence

never finding the ones I meant to say

if I could just step aboard a tiny sailboat

surrender to the tide and the winds

wander over the oceans in purposeful quiet

the water has no need for conversation

the waves hold no judgement of lost words

this is where I take my mind

when words fail me and fall about the ground

far beyond the land where there is peace

where the waves crash like cats purring

giving me the strength to turn back

for the land might be treacherous

and the people there unforgiving

but it is home, far from this sail boat

and one day the words will find me there.

 


Daily Prompt from The Daily Post: Sail