Read Me ~ A poem of love and healing

READ ME
Watch your eyes dance around my face
Feel your thoughts as you do so – refrain
Love how you look as you silently read me
Smile when you catch me off guard – submit
Sublime, obsessive crumble – yearn for embrace
Vulnerable, weak – how could we know?
Tremble, delicious knowledge that you see me
Oh, to be this simple – and it is…for now
You read me, such persistent courage
No other has attempted…or succeeded
You see who I am, chose not to run
Broke through walls, intent to understand me –
Content to give me time.
MPP2012

                        

Beginning To the End ~ Divorce

I started writing this poem a few years ago.  I tweaked it here and there as time went by, but now I think it’s time to post it, share it with others who can relate to divorce, & finally put the poem to rest.  Time heals, makes you wiser, stronger and I’ve been doing just that.  It’s crucial that we take the time to think, grieve, and learn from these life experiences in order to heal…and move on with life.  Remember, “this too shall pass”.  Smile, and find something new to look forward to. 

Photo by David Russell 
BEGINNING TO THE END
           
People meet, sparks fly
Passionate, intense heat – make you cry
Committed bond, future in motion
Lonely vagabonds, no more – drink lovesick potion
Man and woman, husband and wife – don’t look back
Vows for life, blind to the bind – unveil, fade to black
Something cracks, frenetic and loud– play the game of blame
Infected reality, life opens its door – not pretty, not tame
No “good morning” kisses or even a smile – don’t talk
Days begin sour, bleak – coffee is cold…it’s time to walk
Anger, resentment – new normal, hateful words exchanged
Interaction fake, formal – acts of love rare, refrained
Hate replaced love – bewildered, beguiled – senseless confusion
Cherished rags, soiled – tossed in the can – wasted delusion
Family, a foreign word – blood thicker than water, evolved
Reconciliation a ruse – unfathomable loss, dissolved
Divorce – no longer yours, no longer mine – resign
Lifelines and lifetimes, divided – scarred, wounded in design.
MPP2011