landing hard
leaving a mark
a drop of blood
on a clean white sheet
they rise
from the deep
born in darkness
seeking the light
searching for understanding
love's voice
beckoning softly (shhhh...listen)
we are ruined
not by deaf ears
but by broken hearts
...sshhhh...listen...
Love this poem C'ville!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, J! It's always nice to have words appreciated, especially coming from a writer of your stature. :)
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