Skeletons From Her Misty Past

 

Her lonely heart is covered in sorrowful layers of cobwebs  and dust, where skeletons from her misty past lay dead and buried inside her saddened soul.

 

Scarred memories, faded dreams hidden away on a shelf

of a story lay to rest - each reopening painful wounds from her sorrowful past- a past of painful love that did not last.

 

Sitting on the floor with her old, worn out box in hand -she holds fragments of cards and letters turned brittle and yellow with age.  Everything was there, tucked carefully away,  behind broken promises of laughter and tears. Vacant promises written on paper stained by her tears...now- aged by her years.

 

She catches her breath...as she reads faded old cards and letters- written with empty words scribbled on yellowed old pages -tucked carefully away in her old, little blue box gathering dusty old memories from her painful past.

 

With tears falling down her weary, wrinkled face

 she sits remembering moments- those moments in time

 from so long ago…

from a man she once loved - but could never trust.

Tired of the porcelain mask she wears...

leaving her face emotionless , her heart full of pain,

she’s filled with silent anger, a forced smile…

but inside... she’s full of rage.

 

With scars across her wrists- her bruised heart concealed,

her real fear - is that her heart and mind are so broken

that she'll never be able to heal.

 

Up in the attic she sits in the corner all alone

 behind the cobwebs and dust...

 she sits reading her old aged cards and letters -

now stained and wetted by so many years of  tears.

 

In that safe, familiar niche she stays ...

numbness is her feeling- except for her broken soul...

left so incomplete and empty-old and dying from the cold...

                                  Then soon…she’ll be gone.

          by anne p murray

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                         

Reviews

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Such emotion, Anne! You never cease to amaze me by being able to pull from that pool of feeling and use it so eloquently in written word. Stunning, my friend. And, of course, I know the feeling. So relatable to me personally. Lovely work, poet.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Courtney...my truest heart says to tell you thank you for you kind words
XXOO
Anne

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

Omg!!!! absolutely stunning poem. Everything flowed perfectly to me and the aesthetics were amazing!!!

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Wow...Thank you Hannah, its alway so nice to hear such words of encouragement
XXOO
Anne

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

I wish I cud make everythings so artistic I'm just not that good at internet desighn and stuff like that lol

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

Well, if you' d like me to show you how I do it, just drop me a msg. and I'll be glad to share...Cuz. if I can do it anyone can ;)

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

lol I think I'll take you up on that I cnt wait to beautify my poems ^.^