WIPE THE TEARS FROM YOUR FACE


She sits alone in the room
Her choices set before her
Neither of which she cares for
She feels nothing
Her seclusion empties her soul
Words fall from her mouth
As she reaches out for help
The floor is littered with thoughts
Dreams she claims and prays
The tears hide her face
They claim the beauty
She doesn’t know she has
If only she could see inside herself
But she is blind to the truth
The truth she can not accept
The truth that is only hers
And something no one else can understand
My prayers turn to her
In her time of need
Prayers.

Alexander, I like this poem very much; I find it to be profound and satisfying, quite spiritual. I love how you use the single word

"Prayers."

as the last line; I find that to be very effective. Your poem seems compassionate.

Ubi caritas et amor, Deus ibi est.

Welcome among us, my new friend and fellow poet; we embrace you in solidarity.

I apologize for not replying more and better, but my fingers are frozen! We have had a flood which knocked out all my heat, hot water, all sorts of convenient things which I miss very much. I hope to get it all pumped out, dried out, and repaired tomorrow; meantime, I am not typing very well.

But I wanted to welcome you, and to compliment you on your kind and wise poem.

In solidarity,

+Steven

Poet in Residence, Mind-Brain.com

.......Oh, man, this is a great piece......More, please!

~Much Love~
Megan

Thank you for your kind words. I also liked this poem very much and it seems to be one of the favorites of friends of mine. I will try and post more soon.

Oh;I like this a lot! Thanks for posting!

Silke Lance