Inside Tears

My tears blaze a trail inside
awakening long dormant wounds
their salty essence bringing warmth and light
exposing painful truths an guarded secrets
still too shameful to whisper


Mingling with raw, unprotected emotion
vulnerable beneath eroding layers of denial
my tears discover, then explore
vivid memories of events I no longer recall


Fueled by images of brutality and violence
devices employed in the theft of innocence
my tears multiply and begin undulating
slowly
gently
rhythmically


Cradling my abandoned enthusiasm
for the child I was
Gathering the discarded potential
of the woman I could have been
their movement quickens
randomly curling into waves
measurably slight
though spiritually mighty


Nourished by rushes of unrestrained emotion
willful ripples swirl into passionate walls of water
announcing their presence with fury
defiantly crashing the shore
disturbing the sacred place
where earth, air and ocean unite


A brilliant mango sunset on the horizon
reluctanty yielding to dusk
tear streams rush the vacant beach
washing out my sandcastles and dreams


Undeterred, my tears move beyond
dribbling the surviving particles
of bravery, strength and grace
sacrificed in a defining moment
when I forever surrendered
my faith and trust in humanity
and childish belief
that it's okay to cry


lindarr

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Childhood Lost
 
Memory of a life long ago fades that should be,
laughter is stricken from the boy
the life that needed to be
taken away, a childhood lost.

So many painful and silent years
passed through life unnoticed
the little boy was again forgotten
and left with his quiet fears.


Escaping into a world of his own
letting the magic take over
he had found something accepting
and needed to answer not a soul.


Yet the little boy could only escape for so long
before the secrets and pain crept up
and there he was, big yet so small
suddenly so totally aware.


The little boy is now wide awake
crying and screaming for love,
wanting a childhood he should've had
yet he became a little boy lost.


Annie J.-98

ŠAlta
March 22' 2000