Salty Tears

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    Salty Tears

    We shared skeletons
    Hiding in closets.
    Caring made them seem not so scary.
    Rivers of trouble running through our lives
    Never stopped us
    Showing up
    Putting up dams
    Holding each other
    More closely still.
    Showing our scars didn't embarrass us
    For we loved one another.
    Intimate moments while
    We picked up pieces of each others hearts
    When splattered with lifes wounds
    Made us stronger and better women.
    Those unspoken packs of friends forever
    Built securely within Gods hands.
    So strong the bonds
    No doubts did I have
    Regarding stead fast true you
    To God Mother my last born.
    All hell broke loose.
    The tragedy of horror stark in its loss;
    My home simply wasn't anymore.
    Everything dear
    Lost in his Crack filled smoke.
    Air so thick
    I could not catch a breath.
    Suffocating on deceit,
    Drowning in a well of sorrow.
    Looking for answers I thought of you,
    My heart my friend
    No questions asked
    You who would have both heart and
    Arms wide open
    To hold me and tell me it would all be ok.
    Somehow.
    Instead,
    You shuttered your doors
    Secured your hatches.
    No port was offered for my storm
    And worse...
    No words of explanation.
    Our flower of friendship wilted
    As if the Devil had breathed into your heart.
    I pricked my finger on the thorn of your betrayal.
    Salty tears won't stop the bleeding.

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    lightcourier commented on Salty Tears

    05-03-2009

    "shared skeletons hiding in closets. Nice phrase. Thanks!

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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