Tears, Fears, Years
Taken from the anthology
‘Heartfelt Baring All’
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
I
have shivered with the freezing cold
Shaken
that I could not hold
No
support, no rapport
The lost connections,
connexions
Relations, correlations
The
tears that have been silently shed
Still
running, rummaging, scrambling around in this head
The
banging so hard against a skull so fragile and weak
Is
it any wonder they couldn’t escape whilst in bed!
Trying
to be fearless in the face of fear
A
battle that could never be won!
All
that was good, simple, loving and free
Became
a prison of terror
Horror
Just
like a movie scene
The
dread of waking up and was it all a dream
A
bad, bad scene of witches without broomsticks
Heading
this way, the fear and trepidation
Anticipation
a footstep away
But
fear has gripped me like a vice
I
cannot move, dare not move
For
fear of the might that is about to strike
The
simplest of touches of a rose’s thorn
Grasping,
reaching for something to hold so dear
This
year, or next year
Maybe,
but not to be forgotten
A
memory of the sweet, sweet aroma
Of
a dear beloved mother
The
years have gone by with a bye my sweet dear love
My
dear child, I’ll hold you dear
So
very, very near
Never
fear the years ahead
Instead
Look
ahead right in front of you
There
is nothing to fear
You
are shedding the grief, with so much relief
The
brightness, the sunshine,
The
glimmer of hope
The
glimmer of trust
That
starkness of the darkness
Will
surely disappear
©
Teresa Joseph Franklin
24th
March 2013
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