I feel the warmth of my blanket,
my crumpled sheets.
My feet are tousled and snarled as I writhe in fury,
trying to free them from the illusion they feel confined too.
I open my eyes and palm away the glare.
Then I remind myself to breathe.
With that desperate, gasp for air comes excruciating pain,
the reminder I'm still alive,
a covessing sadness,
a reminder of what I live without.
I scream,
I cry,
I am numb.
I evoke my soul with a mortifying wail,
that would send a dagger through the heart of a wild beast.
It ruptures through my body, so that nobody is aware.
Echoing like the motionless body presented before me.
The picture that is embedded, ever present in my consciousness.
I fear that if they hear this pain,
they will hurt more, so I restrain.
Her face, hands & torso,
completely still.
No I tell myself, this is not her for she is still.
Before this day, never still !
Always among the crashing waves of lifes fury,
with sunburnt nose and blistered cheeks,
reminding me of the insaciable life that she lived.
Dispersing, refueling lives she came in contact with.
Refreshing those with the existence of her innocence and restoring their faith in the world.
But now nothing.
The glow removed from her once pulsating body.
I have to warm her hands and move them slowly,
just so they can spoon my own.
Her face.
I stare in agony.
Waiting for he to blink, flinch, for her soul to reignite.
Please move, please break free.
This must be an illusion, I make myself believe this.
The shards of glass that cover her face,
the bruises that appear over her white skin,
her broken body.
They don't exist ?
I can only reside in the possibility that her spirit has left this familiar place and retired to a more pleasurable existance.
My sister no longer resides within this broken down palace.
- This is the first time I have posted in words, the first time I have been in the Words forum.
The first time I have written a poem about Sigrid (my sister) in a long time.
Hope this does some justice.
Thankyou for providing a place of self expression.
Lurv Carla
xxxxxxxxx
my crumpled sheets.
My feet are tousled and snarled as I writhe in fury,
trying to free them from the illusion they feel confined too.
I open my eyes and palm away the glare.
Then I remind myself to breathe.
With that desperate, gasp for air comes excruciating pain,
the reminder I'm still alive,
a covessing sadness,
a reminder of what I live without.
I scream,
I cry,
I am numb.
I evoke my soul with a mortifying wail,
that would send a dagger through the heart of a wild beast.
It ruptures through my body, so that nobody is aware.
Echoing like the motionless body presented before me.
The picture that is embedded, ever present in my consciousness.
I fear that if they hear this pain,
they will hurt more, so I restrain.
Her face, hands & torso,
completely still.
No I tell myself, this is not her for she is still.
Before this day, never still !
Always among the crashing waves of lifes fury,
with sunburnt nose and blistered cheeks,
reminding me of the insaciable life that she lived.
Dispersing, refueling lives she came in contact with.
Refreshing those with the existence of her innocence and restoring their faith in the world.
But now nothing.
The glow removed from her once pulsating body.
I have to warm her hands and move them slowly,
just so they can spoon my own.
Her face.
I stare in agony.
Waiting for he to blink, flinch, for her soul to reignite.
Please move, please break free.
This must be an illusion, I make myself believe this.
The shards of glass that cover her face,
the bruises that appear over her white skin,
her broken body.
They don't exist ?
I can only reside in the possibility that her spirit has left this familiar place and retired to a more pleasurable existance.
My sister no longer resides within this broken down palace.
- This is the first time I have posted in words, the first time I have been in the Words forum.
The first time I have written a poem about Sigrid (my sister) in a long time.
Hope this does some justice.
Thankyou for providing a place of self expression.
Lurv Carla
xxxxxxxxx
