wrap tattered heart in stoic plastic,
smooth the barren earth which you call home
what once you deemed enthusiastic
now grieves beneath your hollow, shattered dome.
so shall the rains unleash your sorrow
wash burden far beyond your lover’s touch
place careful steps, seek fabled tomorrow
for in the end, the hurt won’t hurt so much.
_________________________________
(Yep, I cheated with the meter. Ha.)
Another Wandering Soul 
and no in the end they won’t hurt as much….hugs sweetheart xx
LikeLike
thank you hun xx still trying to find a way… *hugs*
LikeLike
I know it’s not easy…email if you wish xox
LikeLike
awh, you’re so sweet. sooo much appreciated – I just… can’t… idk. Hope you understand… xxx
LikeLike
Tis ok, when you are ready..I’m always here. Xox
LikeLike
xoxo
LikeLike
I wish you well my lady.This poem is entrenched with so much sadness.i could feel it screaming so loudly.Hope you are good and I believe that time brings healing therefore do not push yourself too hard.#concerned friend
LikeLike
thank you very much for taking the time to leave these wonderful words. much appreciated.
LikeLike
I don’t mean to sound like an over enthusiastic child… but this is awesome.
LikeLike
you are too kind. thank you very much!!
LikeLike
Your writing is fantastic. Please, keep it up.
LikeLike
Oh you make me blush. Thank you so much for your kind words and visit!
LikeLike