Patience

Patience

Mislead;

an unwanted adventure,

more like,

the licking of 

the ice cream bowl.

She screams “Patience!”

most impatiently.

And bares her soul

to the world,

quaking,

shivering like dust

when the Earth moves.

The smell of the air

brings her tears

to dry,

abruptly;

stinging trails of salt

from her lower lids

to her mouth 

and neck.

Screaming, “Patience!”

When she should

be whispering 

for tolerance.

But why bother;

for the sun stopped shining

on her face

long ago.

And she has been left alone

with only the will to fight,

but not the strength.

And her skin shakes

as if caught in a freezing rain.

A pathetic portrait

in the garden,

of her brave new world.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

pain in pearl drops at the feet of the human word~

[Robin]

the emotional flow in your words is driven into the heart ~ the painting of fought back tears ~ the grasping of slippery hope and the chill of whats next ~