In days of golden sand and bliss,
Breaths of joy are few and fleeting
No claws were bared, nor mouths a-twist,
Love served cold awaited eating...
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Spring prepares to close its season,
Our time of joy were rendered small
Rhyme remained, devoid of reason,
My bruises chained me to a wall.
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Dressed to kill she walked the streets,
My dreams flew closer to the sun
My comfort had abandoned me,
Innocence slept, her duty done.
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Maddened bursts of warm words teased,
She broke our bones to make us small
Dread ensued as summer eased,
She sold her soul to break her fall.
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Her bright blue eyes, now faded grey,
Are softer than I have ever known
My wearied heart forgives today,
Poor Mother fears, her time has flown...
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Wendy Phelan - 3 March 2019
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About the Creator
Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Born in NZ, living in Australia. With a passion for writing from an early age. Traumatic experiences peppered my life but, gave me deep empathy and unconditional love. Poetry/writing are the best therapy and bring me peace, I hope to share.
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