The Flood_ We are Japan..The water gently lapped against my feet, teasing and silently calling to me.
It's plea a desperate humble cry. A song for the world as it helplessly stands by.
I look out amongst the land searching what was once dry land only to see destruction staring back at me.
A melancholic time for all those underneath.
Searching for the faces of those they dearly love.
I to search all the faces I see. Not searching for a relative but for a signal to breathe.
My breath caught the moment I heard.
My heart broke the moment I saw..
For in my soul I knew.
I dreamed it once before.
Awakening those many days ago once again drowned within my subconscious. The tide leaving a lasting memory yet I shook it off as a minor thing.
If I only knew then.. But who would believe such a thing.
I remember my fear as we raced to land. The sea a fierce predator behind. Rushing upon as a speeding train. Tearing apart the pieces of my mind.
My sister in tow on my heels and my neice in my arms push my pulse into overdrive
WhispersThe words float to me
Like a sonnet on the wind.
Things I've kept buried deep
Feelings I never share..
My heart hurts when I think of you.
Your cruel eyes stare right through me.
The eyes of a stranger illuminating the night
Cutting me deep as I search for the man I once knew.
Trying to stop the piercing daggers from inflicting pain
I curl up against the floor, silently going insane.
The soft patches of the carpet cradle me
I huddle closer and try to forget..
The warmth of your touch
The silk of your lips
The strength of your gaze
The power of your heart.
I fell immediately never asking why.
My heart stopped obediently as time seemingly just flew by.
Never knowing anything but you.
The cool touch of liquid caressed my face
As I gently wipe it away I realize the patch beneath me is also wet.
A small sob escapes my throat cutting the silence of the night.
...Is that me? Are those mine?...
Tears of abandonment.
Tears of hurt.
Tears of suffering.
They speak their
FractureBroken pieces look up at me from below
The reflection of my face outlined on the cracked glass
A mirror of my heart as you hit me.
Tearing at me like a lion to its prey
I am ripped to shreds.
Their fragments crash as they fall to the ground.
The sound echoing throughout the room
My heart beats in response to this collision
A testimony to my apparent pain.
Fractured into a thousand pieces
My heart meets its demise.
I scramble to glue the pieces together,
But how can you glue glass?
Fractured I remain
Scattered on the pavement
My tears ricocheting off of my cheek
On to my feet.
Collecting my pieces into my lap
Pain flowing from me as what you call blood.
I bleed deeply
I cry sweetly
Trying to silence the shrieks
Trying to smother the shakes
Trying to wipe the tears
Trying to cover the wounds.
I try and try to reclaim myself
But my pieces remain broken
My soul remains fractured.
A thousand parts
A thousand cries
A thousand tears
A thousand lies
I try to maintain the mirror of my soul
The Worth of a Rose
What is the worth of a rose,
Whose seen too many winters?
Where petals fell and thorns cause splinters...
The seasons change and the loveliness fade.
An age worn flower
That's seen better days.
Tarnished and lifeless its unable to bloom.
Until it regains its color... until it feels worthy.
Vibrant and vivacious
Lovely in its own right.
Enchanting and delicate.
Gorgeous and full of light.
Able to stand strong.
Able to live on.
Able to see its own beauty.
Able to know its own worth...
By: Y. Tonell