Eyes to a Tattered Soul
Written at 1:30 am after learning that day that my boyfriend had cheated on me. Sometimes the best writing I do is when emotions are too strong to ignore. Within those emotions come the words and creativity, the “flow” that happens that doesn’t allow sleep or food, just great writing to happen until, exhausted with pen still in hand, a work of writing appears and it is the flawless interpretation of those emotions, in ink on paper.
Eyes to a Tattered Soul
By Jill K. Shellabarger
My eyes to muse your tattered soul
and for a time they gazed on you tearless;
My breath, deep in ribs did hold,
until your sweetheart came to you untold,
our friendship reduced to a one-time glance.
A mistress for a king, I was,
mere victim of love’s fatal circumstance.
My window is now closed
and now your love has joined anew
to another muse resting by your side,
where once my eyes shined bright upon your spirit
for days too short and all too few.
My heart weeps tears I cannot hide
to be contented, though alone it seems
I will amble the labyrinth,
by myself in my dreams.
© Copyright Jill K. Shellabarger
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