As mentioned in my last post, my first volume of poetry is now available at Barnes and Noble. And I'm excited to announce that my second volume (even better than the first, in my opinion) is coming out in two weeks! So to all my loyal blog friends I wanted to give you a sneak peak.
Unspoken
There is a shadow lurking
in my blossoming garden and
tea parties in the park.
Under my willow tree and
slipping into the tepid pool.
Just hidden in plain sight,
taunting my pain to the
Explosion point.
There is a doubt lingering
in my freshly scrubbed kitchen,
tinting my counters bright white.
In my clean laundry basket,
all the shades become drab.
Stabbing at my heart,
Tearing at my walls.
An emptiness leaves an ache
in it’s hole, unfilled by the
trappings of daily life.
Words fall away,
losing meaning on the way down.
An unspoken pain untouched
by medicine or casts.
Open wounds gaping
vulnerable to thrown salt.
Unspotted walls, orderly floors,
silence emptying the rooms,
filling my nightmares
while small laughter and
muddy prints haunt my
daydreams relentlessly.
Yearning for sleepless nights
and exhausting days.
Playgrounds, grocery stores,
daily walks must be prepared for;
a smile sewn on,
a protective layer between me and them.
Their excitement and frazzled looks,
pitying me.
Unaware of the uphill climb.
There is a shadow lurking.
Here is the lingering doubt.
There is a shadow lurking
in my blossoming garden and
tea parties in the park.
Under my willow tree and
slipping into the tepid pool.
Just hidden in plain sight,
taunting my pain to the
Explosion point.
There is a doubt lingering
in my freshly scrubbed kitchen,
tinting my counters bright white.
In my clean laundry basket,
all the shades become drab.
Stabbing at my heart,
Tearing at my walls.
An emptiness leaves an ache
in it’s hole, unfilled by the
trappings of daily life.
Words fall away,
losing meaning on the way down.
An unspoken pain untouched
by medicine or casts.
Open wounds gaping
vulnerable to thrown salt.
Unspotted walls, orderly floors,
silence emptying the rooms,
filling my nightmares
while small laughter and
muddy prints haunt my
daydreams relentlessly.
Yearning for sleepless nights
and exhausting days.
Playgrounds, grocery stores,
daily walks must be prepared for;
a smile sewn on,
a protective layer between me and them.
Their excitement and frazzled looks,
pitying me.
Unaware of the uphill climb.
There is a shadow lurking.
Here is the lingering doubt.
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