Pockets of Shame

You find your way into my mind

On a path of impenetrable darkness

And I am that bearer of sadness

My dress yielding pockets of stones

Yet I am that which I am

For you run through these vagrant veins

That ache within flesh that is dying

Reluctant to suppress all my need

Perhaps on the ‘morrow I’ll search

For that which today I’ve dismissed

Today I am unable to tolerate

All the anguish the fear and contempt

Wrought from a love that has nurtured

A manner of putting to shame

All of the dreams we had honored

Instilling a hope and a trust

But now I erase them from memory

And push you away from my life

I’ll carry these pockets of stones

Sewing new ones whenever I need

To gather the stones that you throw

On the path on your way back to me

Yes I am that which I am

You run through these vagrant veins

For I am that bearer of sadness

In a dress filled with pockets of shame

©Kay Salady

Image:  www.theintellectualdevotional.com


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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on November 4, 2011, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. This was a very enjoyable and interesting read my friend. You have some great lines in here Kay. Awesome write!

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