I hold secret dreams of different realities,
Outcomes that grow with possibilities unknown,
Pathways that diverge into future dreams,
Static invisibility too far advanced but the seeds are sown.
**
Divergence with a left turn amongst the choices,
Infinitely wild on a pathway towards passion,
Love romantically calloused enough to thrive in unison,
Coupling the past with the future in an orderly fashion.
**
A single kiss that’ll cause a heart to implode,
Beating a drumbeat of catatonic reason,
Overflowing with a tempest of emotion erupting,
Rolling through the stages of grief’s horrid season.
**
Seldom are second chances obtained through the past,
But haphazardly two hearts continue to pine through the years,
Trialling a separation as dishonest as our history,
Filled to the brim with tears shed and unfathomable fears.
**
A child sacrificed not once but twice,
Bound by a tortured web of lies,
A term of obedience withheld to the very end,
Not allowed a voice to utter its honest cries.
**
A day is nearing when we’ll face the truth of our nature,
One glance into each others eyes will set the storm raging,
Tears will freely flow for the years we’ve lost,
For the dreams I lived with love no longer engaging.
**
A tingle of anticipation winds up my spine,
A buzz of electricity ignites within my mind’s sight,
A question is raised, one that will be answered in the sands of time,
Will we find the realm of possibilities are ours to write?
**
I have hopes and dreams for the years to come,
But will they include us or only the memory of what we once held?
I put this cognitive reasoning into the powers that be,
Letting my future destiny be all that is upheld.
**
I’ll trust in the process,
Knowing there’s no point in putting up a fight,
What will be will be,
And that’ll show us both what is destined to be right.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (6)
Dear Colleen ~ With this 'Piece' I pray for 'World Peace' ~ Jay, Jay Kantor, Chatsworth, California 'Senior' Vocal Author - Vocal Village Community -
This is amazing. Well crafted. Loved your poem❤
Time will tell. Another good piece, Colleen.
Yes, we'll just go with the flow. It's just too exhausting at times. Loved your poem my friend!
"Que sera, sera." (Yeah, we watched Doris Day faithfully as kids.)
Ummmm. Could you not read my private thoughts out loud, please. I love it