Blinded emotions…

All walls, but one,
seem broken now;

In velvet clouds,
black – like kohl
that lined her eyes,
floats away the joy
she valued most.

Tears – little silver
droplets of pain,
drizzle like rain
onto her old gown,
white – but a drop
of stained scarlet
near silent heart,
whispers her story.

Can she hear,
through muffled
continuous sobs,
the flap of wings?
The messenger
awaits her eyes –
Will she believe
peace is not far?

For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Nimue challenged me with “Image prompt: … 02864.jpeg” and I challenged Bran macFeabhail with “Incandescent Darkness”.

(’12. feb 14.) / (D’Verse Poets Open Link Night) / (Image via ImgFave)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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