Enigma

It is not always for us to understand.

 Too much to bear...... my mouth opens and I release a silent

cry to the winds...

my pain and anguish , my regrets and shame....

 the silence is deafening....

 I reveal to an unseeing world, uncaring, calous, cold,

the scars of my heart.....

 a useless effort.

  I lay upon a silk sheet of comfort and yet......

the thorns of my past shred all that touches the exposed skin.

  The tears that should cleanse the pain from what my eyes have seen....

 refuse to fall , rebeliouse in their stubborness.....

Enigma..........

Reviews

[victoria]

A stunning write, for me it felt of the weight of the unfathomable that sometimes grips me, leaving me with an unmanagable frustration. much enjoyed