Dark Horse

for Christi

She smiles,
her face alight,
her dis~ease plastered
for the world to see.

She speaks,
words meant only for her.
She's grown accustomed to her own voice -
all other voices fall upon muted ears.

Poor Dark Horse!
So divided and alone
with only a troubled mind for company.
There is no freedom here:
trapped or controlled.

Patiently, I sit
in vigil,
until she returns to me once more.

Reviews

[Blue Belle]

Nice. Take Care! Stay Strong! :)

[Lori Carlson]

Thanks!

[Chris G. Vaillancourt]

Remarkable imagery, well written poetically

[Aidz]

A hidden layer of dark and yet resilience and hope sit on the surface

[Coyote Poetry]

A very strong poem. I like the journey into thoughts. People can be turn-off and their minds get in trouble with the wrong thoughts. Hard to return to the place the had begin. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote