Brokenhearted

Brokenhearted

There was an open window

Where missed opportunity

Blew by on a wind

That slammed an open door

Where nobody lives anymore

The latches have rusted

And the people she trusted

Are foreign to her now

An aged lady waits

Hands folded by a gate

Overrun with weeds

And spider lings that crawl

Up the weather-beaten walls

Where she sits to bleed

Searching for each day

That flies just like a bird

Into the cloudiness of loss

But how can she be cross

For letting go

When it slips right through the fingers

Like a glittering mountain stream

To release your greatest dream

Becomes so easy

When you love

 

©Kay Salady

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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 March 23, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, love poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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