Another night of sleeplessness, driving me insane…An urge to write I couldn’t fight and I was out with pen again..
Will add this to my poetry page also.
I called on an old friend yesterday,
Been such a long time, We’d so little time for play.
She was there with me when the stars came out, And when I was alone.
But never when I played with friends, Or when Mum and Dad were home.
She’s been hiding under darkness, All these growing years,
Never fully open, Never trusting peers.
The beauty of her nature, never fully known
And with burden of sadness, She has never fully grown.
She feigned a smile back at me, As I watched her through the glass,
An eerie recognition, Of many moons that passed.
She offered me a whiskey, And poured one for herself,
Surrounded by her future, In every frame on every shelf.
She closed her eyes and led me, Right into her mind
Leaving present and normality, A million miles behind.
She opened a book filled with her words, Years of unanswered prayers,
Where truths were never heard, by one who might have cared.
Her story ran relentless, And with every page she poured
Another bourbon whiskey, No ice and not stirred.
As tears streamed her now lined face, She kept them wiped away,
Desperate to recount the tales, And it had to be that day.
“I’ve lived with this so long now”, Her story began,
“And from every breathing burly shadow, I got up and ran”.
“But I can not keep running, My heart and soul are tired
Carrying these secrets, That fuel eternal fires”.
She lit another wand of incense, to help clear the air,
Still and in silence, I knew they were there.
Ghosts of her lifetime, Demons of old,
Taunting and haunting, my blood ran cold.
No age left sacred, None free of scars,
Years drenched in sadness, The child in her marred.
A terror within her, engraved by her past,
Escaping words, Found her freedom at last.
Anger, frustration, Disappointment and shame,
Nobody or armor saved her that pain.
But with ‘alter-ego’ that now stands to the fore,
NO-ONE will be taking more.
I watched her soul lighten, as each page unfurled,
Relieved of it’s burden, finally, As each word was heard.
“One for the road”, I said, refilling the glass,
Relieved to feel better, Some peace at last.
I blew out the candles and washed out my glass,
So many whiskeys make time go so fast.
I glanced to the mirror, To see had she gone
That girl looking back, So amazingly strong…
by Amanda J. Fitzpatrick©