Watered Road

I’m trapped in these blues.
From cruel winds,
and feet that leave destruction through castles.
Our direction changed too quickly.
Drawing lines in the sand,
disparaging our embrace.

Curtains trap belongings that beg for freedom.
Your fall feels certain,
even with my arm firmly at your waist.
While my descent has passed through Tuesday’s clock,
and left me martyred at your feet.

There may be–
no redemption in my words.

No repairing what has severed,
between our distant earth.

What now crumbles,
I use to wash my wounds.
Healing hopes still hold me close–
like blankets as I weep deeply,
into this broken night.

I pray the storm will repair the divide,
and we will find the sails again–
that lead us back to  heaven.

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23 comments

  1. Jess, extremely strong piece. Really like this a lot. The pic is really cool too, would fit right in terminator type post-war apocalypse, which works nicely as a companion pic to your poem:)

  2. Oh this is bitterly sad jessie. This is the part that really got me –

    Curtains trap belongings that beg for freedom. >great line
    Your fall feels certain,
    even with my arm firmly at your waist. >tragic

    I can only guess what this is about and if it’s a reality you’re living through, I pray you will find the sails again

    1. Just a poem sweets. I like to take an emotion (even fleeting), imagery, theme… and then my normal way is a bit sad and dark. All smiles here my dear, but thank you! 🙂

  3. While there is an arc of sadness over this piece, I felt a sense of hope and healing at it’s end.
    What now crumbles,
    I use to wash my wounds.
    Healing hopes still hold me close–
    like blankets as I weep deeply,
    into this broken night.

    I guess what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger.

    Thank you for this piece and all you do, Jess.

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