Hands worn, veiny, like
wrinkled rose petals
With waiting, outstretched palms-
Reaching for parcels that
Contain memories
Old and new
Emotions
Joyful and jaded
Hope
Restored and lost.
What gems do my letters hold?
Who is impatiently pacing the floors,
Lying in wait for the words
Scrawled haphazardly on a piece of oaktag,
Folded lovingly into an envelope,
Signed in flowing cursive?
I wonder if I'll ever meet the
Author of this missive
Maybe her eyes will reflect back to me
An image of
My own,
Dancing in pools of diluted sapphire.
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poesia{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
