Your Voice

More felt
than heard

It cut cleanly

Into where I had hidden the most precious parts of myself
A tangled mess of worn out hopes and
Sorrows grown glossy with handling
Rough and bleached pale they are gritty to the touch
Covered with a fine salty dust that billows around my head
Settles in my hair as boldly as time
Makes my throat sting and my eyes tear up
A merciless cycle that I have found to be regular as bleeding

 It echoed so sweetly in all my empty places

 Tuning fork that vibrated and rang in a note
That had become nigh unrecognizable in my eons of silence

Latest Comments

  1. paul1510 says:

    very poignant, I particularly like this line, ‘Settles in my hair as boldly as time’.
    Thank you.

    • ximenawrites says:

      The gray as it appears and spreads. Sobering stuff, and a reminder we don’t have as much time as we deceived ourselves into thinking we had.

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  3. willcrimson says:

    There is so often such a wistful sadness, yearning and loneliness in so much of your writing. And then there’s another side of you that’s tough as nails. I think you must wear your heart on your sleeve when you write.

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