Clasping my hands together
white knuckled
folding in on myself
willing the tears to stay and not stain my paling face
My smile is fake
painful to muster and
sharply spearing at my heart
But when i laugh
my grief for those who've fallen
my yearning for their return
my past in slowly fading memories yet unforgettable
open the gate to all my emotions
and break the walls of ice to an avalanche
The breakdown
of panic and terror will a release
crying eases the ache;
and when the warmth from my eyes
fill to the very edge
tears slip down
to kiss my face
I imagine in the same way
you would do
if you were here.
-if you were
YOU ARE READING
You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
