I saw her sitting there, pen & paper in hand. Early morning rays cresting the evergreens that once shaded her space. On the table next to her rests her cigarettes, lighter, & steaming coffee. Let’s not forget the glass & green; stuffed inside it. I’ve watched her puff on it when she writes for a bit. Her gaze gets lost in the trees over yonder. Reading what it is for her to write. Feeling the forces move her hands in directions, sometimes, not so nice.
She’s a novice who doesn’t do much of thinking twice. Her words she does sometimes splice or make up all together if she so likes. A long pull and huge puff of smoke; it’s the green she’s to toke ((cough cough choke)). Watching the misty sweet smoke swept away into the steady breeze, wondering who’s sniffing the air going, “Yes, please!” LOL
Down she places her pen, lost in thought once again. A glaze overtakes her darkened brown eyes; as she’s traveling far & wide. Quickly the pen is in her hand; again. She’s scribbling as fast as she can. Purging everything that is in that morning haze. She found the infamous crazed maze, which to be, needing solved worst of all.
Her mission is to absolve all that’s come to call. Pass it on to the paper, once, to disparage further power over her heart and mind. She can not live confined, controlled, or cold. Her sorrows list is not that long but long enough for her to cringe as she falls asleep at night; knowing she had done things that were not so right breaking a heart that she promised, from the start, to cherish & never tear apart.
Guilt, shame, disdain have no place to lie in her home. She’s to take the blame 100% not insane or listening to others games. She is not to wallow in the misery she has created she wants to rebuild & replace it. To absolve of all her sins…..what must she do ……to make everything right? Can you give her a clue? How does she lay your frights to rest? How was she to confess this mess when she felt you had damaged her like the rest?
Words to flow to and fro gliding across her paper w/ease and grace. She’s off in a very different time and space one where she carries no disgrace just honor and love in it’s place. Those hazel eyes with disappointment and discord breaking my heart even that much more. I’ve failed…………but will love prevail?