The Heaving of the Breathless
The weight of the mother holding a hand they must let go
The love that wouldn’t leave my lips leaves me breathless
I see the weight of the unspoken as you walk away
I’d never breathe again were it not for the heaving of the breathless
The fury it courses; this moment is senseless
A world of wonder now reduced to decay
The love that wouldn’t leave my lips leaves me breathless
I stood by for nights that felt so endless
Bearing pain for jest you left on display
I’d never breathe again were it not for the heaving of the breathless
Desperation remains in every caress
Abrupted childhood rainbows scattered grey
The love that wouldn’t leave my lips leaves me breathless
I see what used to be; you stand with no witness
At war on the same side, body present, mind astray
I’d never breathe again were it not for the heaving of the breathless
I sustained what I release with hope for stillness
Stay near in heart, my darling, your own drum you must obey
The love that wouldn’t leave my lips leaves me breathless
I’d never breathe again were it not for the heaving of the breathless
About the Creator
Kimberly Washington
The words you find here are the ones I was never free to say.
In my spiritual era, language is grace
a thread between the Most High and one another.
Welcome. Expect the unexpected.
Enjoy the ride. Peace.
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