Sunday, August 2, 2009

Let it flow.

Words need not speak when tears flow

Pouring out volumes of unspoken emotions

Lips dare not part to whisper the mystery of the soul's secret

Rivers drown silent screams, as streams move in a seamless fashion...

left uncontrollable... Overwhelmed and heavy laden.

Mental fatigue greets me; this uninvited visitor that threatens to break me.

Break this spirit in me that has waged war against all adversaries...

this spirit that quickens my being and alights fire, blazing...

like energy coursing through my veins, it has strengthened me; like an adrenaline rush...

Yet this heart is burdened, this mind is bombarded with unanswered questions of why.

Why I can't conceive it... My mind refuses to believe it...

Mental pictures flash in succession like a stuck record on playback

If the clock could rewind to erase this vivid memory...

If the clock could rewind to alter fate

If so, would I be left in this state of bewilderment?

Would I be left hopeless and appalled?

Peace cloaks my pent up rage, that it may quell like a wave lost in the sea...

Tears run dry until the well is empty...

Left alone...

Only me.


Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
© 2009