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The way things go
As the stresses of the day wear on,
My furrowed brow tucked firmly in pensive thought,
My back torn open from the malicious whips of jealous competition
Lips pursed tight,
chest groaning with slivers of painful angst
Mind racing foul
I carry my heavy load yoked firmly home
I walk through that familiar door
bright eyes burning with warm welcome seer through me
my furrows are swept away
tension easing,
I unfurl as you rise to greet me,
Warm smiles contagiously leap on to my gaunt expression
tender lips move so gently over mine
softening every hash word passed through them,
My chest unclenches releasing butterflies from thier paranoid chains
Warm arms brush away the stings of the days warfare
Relief washes through me
My armour falls away
As my soul tucks tightly into you
A whisper from my heart releases
'I'm home'.
Reality In Poetry
The tale is ancient and it is contemporary, old as time and new as this hour. Enjoyed and felt better after reading it. Thanks for the uplift SS.
awww. This is nice. Reminds
awww. This is nice. Reminds me of better days.
:)
i love the unexpected change in direction to a happy ending :)
Much liked....
Gave me the impression of someone returning to sweet home aftter a long vacattion. Your style is different
©bishu
Thanks bushy dear xo
Thanks bushy dear xo
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
And, it is finished!
And, it is finished!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."