Wednesday, June 17, 2015

vulnerable


i look deep into the eyes of a vulnerable soul
as she stands before me with her blue grays
her one hand touches her quivering cheek
while her other one by her side trembles
as she stares out at the world before her

she has a slight of smile not giving a full one
for fear of having the world take it from her
and when she sees me looking  at her eyes
they begin to tear for she knows i can
hear her crying inside from pain and loss

her remembered days of yore unravel when she
sees i am looking deep inside her soul where angst
of loneliness and loss reside and her heart beats
like a captured bird’s does cupped in a hand and
little room seems left for salvaging her unrest

but then as i smile at her and extend my arms
she expires a sigh in relief and takes my hand
trusting that i am there to assuage her burden,
to fill the void as i tell her that i love her and
i hold her close to show her that i care

i tell her she won’t be alone and the emptiness
as her breath is slowly siphoned out as two souls
depart from the space of her world and like
a basin full of water and a cup of it is removed
it does not leave a hole although the basin now
holds less it remembers and adjusts and birds
still come play and bathe    

 

9 comments:

  1. My sympathies to you and your wife, Marco. She is so lucky to have you to comfort her through her double loss. I love what you say about a cup of water being removed, yet the birds still come to play and bathe. That is absolutely perfect.

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  2. You have a kind and loving heart Marco ~

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  3. This is such a beautiful piece.. it depicts your wonderful nature :)

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  4. There are those moments when a smile and the soft touch of a hand is the only relief from angst. You are a good man Marco.

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  5. This was very hard for me to read as the tears flowed so strongly....I am so sorry for your loss....that emptiness we feel inside when we lose loved ones seems never to be filled again...just closed off...I found solace in you last lines and I thank you for that!

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  6. What a beautiful and touching poem you have written here Marco.

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  7. There is a watchfulness that protects because it knows, not because it is in charge. You show that here, and I love it!

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