One in two, seen, unseen; begotten holes, hearts rendering. Love, doubt, past memories. Failed words, broken communication, healing me, you healing wounds open ever, never, shall we, look again. Backwards, forward, present, Now. Listening, forgiving, mother's vowing, praying yet empty now resurrecting fertile bows.
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ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
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Wanting in Winter
Only once did it take to lock my heart forever to yours; our passion abandoned due to a cause neither of us wanted to fight. Blinded by bullets, blizzards, time ticked on. Trails of you leaving were quickly blown away into snowdrifts, my dreams, my starving desire. That kiss was not to be our last; I will never stop believing you will wander home before the hearth grows empty, enter my bed with your inner battle won. In sleep I see your eyes ice blue, your lashes heavy, pelleted by the storm within; I am inside you and see that each footstep you take is cautious, though your toes are black, your face raw from the brutal winds, each print brings you closer to me. I am your guiding light, your angel whipping sunlight toward you, claiming you to this cracking heart. When I wake, brittle, hungry, tasting you still, I wrap all I can find to warm me and make one last fire. I search for sustenance, anything to keep me steadfast, ready to see you stumbling through the opening of the forest, in whatever pieces you are in, I will heal you, over and over again. I find the vodka you left for your return. I hesitate to open it as it could further your journey. I am ravenous and lie down by the fire, falling back into my polar dreams where our hearts are pressed together pumping life into each other. Your chest is bare, my love.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Comments (8)
Excellent! In such a short time you conveyed so much emotion! An effective use of words! Thank you for sharing!
Nicely done!
Shall we look again...a short phrase that captures the courage of a Mother's love.
Loved this unique style. Beautiful prose
So many tumbling emotions fighting to be first. Huga and heartsto ever forgiving. Short but so sadly bitter sweet.
This was so poignant and emotional! Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Hearts full of grace, arms ever open, always ready to forgive & be forgiven, no matter how long it takes.
"praying yet empty" almost put me in tears, so well done