The Small One
 
She wears the face of a child so fair
Her tiny features framed in black hair
Innocence belied in her dark brooding eyes
A cauldron of storms stirring inside

I see these eyes in the darkness below
Haunting and pleading, vacant and cold
She rises now from her murky sea grave
From the cave of despair from which she’s enslaved


Her hands reach out so soft and white
To touch my face and mark her plight
She draws the pain and paints the tears
Around my eyes the misery and fears


This little waif without a name
Continues in this silent game
She acts as though I have a choice
In what I see to give my voice


But she’s the one who holds the mood
Compelled towards grief and solitude
Apart of the night and of the sea
Of the past that has been and is still yet to be


Knowing more than she cares to show and
Showing more than I care to know
The distance between us so great, so near
Apart of the life I deny in my fear


And so she gives me all she dare not say
Without speaking a word she walks away
Leaving me alone to sort and to carry
All of these pieces so long since buried


I wonder as I watch her blend into the sea
Melting into its blues and its deepest greens
Leaving behind her garments all tattered and worn
How she has carried for years this shame and this scorn.


maeden
August1998

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With Every Tear
 
With every tear that falls
I will become that much stronger
The tears I have shed for you
must never fall again.
the tears I shed are from the
past that we once shared.
That part is from the past and
I shall not go down that path again.
In my life I have had many tears fall
but for you those tears must not fall.
Those tears were of inflicted pain by
you and I will not allow them to fall
for you again.
I have learned to grow from the pain
and the tears.
I'am that much stronger with every tear
that falls.


Written By: Sweetpea

©Alta
March 22' 2000