I’m sitting here in the ashes of my life
and I want to cry –
cry with the power and fury of a tidal wave.
But the tears won’t come.
So many shadows sit silent in the smoke,
staring at me through the veil.
I want to be a fileuse du temps, to rewind the mainspring of Time:
to eat the hurtful words I never should have said;
to choose different forks in roads overgrown with sorrow and regret.
I want to be loved like a girl once more –
desired for Desire’s sake –
cherished for no other reason than I am.
Bring me a man who will slay dragons for my sake.
Bring me a man who will know my darkness as his own
and not bedevil me with reason.
My heart breaks, finally, and the tears spill,
hot and salty as the Red Sea,
down my parchment cheeks.
Let me sleep naked, free of the caul of Memory.
Let me put the past to rest.
Oh please – let the girl in me know Love one more time.
© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
One good thing about heartbreak ~ you can usually get a poem out of it.