Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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Pathways of Indecision...2003
Twisting, turning down life's pathways.
Never arriving at the destination planned.
Overcome by heart wrenching decisions.
Spirits being torn apart while being strewn around at the bottom of the black seas of turmoil.
Sharp pebbles rip at flesh while being towed further out to sea by the strong under currents of indecision.
Open wounds are bathed in salty water.
The tears cried by the children.
The white foam created by the waves of injustice obscure the vision of those who beg to see the truth.
The pounding waves of lies and accusations drown out the voices of those who plead for their voices to be heard.
" Calm the seas!", she cries.
" Bathe not, my wounds in salty tears!", she pleads.
" Smooth the pebbles, the words that rip at my flesh!", she begs in a voice that no one can hear.
Alas, she is tossed ashore upon a barren beach.
Before her lays only twisting, turning pathways.
None of which shall lead her to her planned destination.
Overcome by heart wrenching decisions, she returns to the black sea.
She bathes her battered spirit in the salty water;
The tears of her children.
She silences herself;
Now too weary to even long for her voice to be heard over the pounding waves of lies and accusations.
She closes her eyes; choosing to no longer fight to see through the white foam created by waves of injustice.
Overcome by heart wrenching decisions,
She settles amid the turmoil of the black sea that has torn apart her spirit and tossed her one too many times, onto the barren beach adorned only by life's twisting, turning pathways of indecision...
L.A.Mc Nabb
Saturday, 26 October, 2003
Kremmling, Colorado
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
Never arriving at the destination planned.
Overcome by heart wrenching decisions.
Spirits being torn apart while being strewn around at the bottom of the black seas of turmoil.
Sharp pebbles rip at flesh while being towed further out to sea by the strong under currents of indecision.
Open wounds are bathed in salty water.
The tears cried by the children.
The white foam created by the waves of injustice obscure the vision of those who beg to see the truth.
The pounding waves of lies and accusations drown out the voices of those who plead for their voices to be heard.
" Calm the seas!", she cries.
" Bathe not, my wounds in salty tears!", she pleads.
" Smooth the pebbles, the words that rip at my flesh!", she begs in a voice that no one can hear.
Alas, she is tossed ashore upon a barren beach.
Before her lays only twisting, turning pathways.
None of which shall lead her to her planned destination.
Overcome by heart wrenching decisions, she returns to the black sea.
She bathes her battered spirit in the salty water;
The tears of her children.
She silences herself;
Now too weary to even long for her voice to be heard over the pounding waves of lies and accusations.
She closes her eyes; choosing to no longer fight to see through the white foam created by waves of injustice.
Overcome by heart wrenching decisions,
She settles amid the turmoil of the black sea that has torn apart her spirit and tossed her one too many times, onto the barren beach adorned only by life's twisting, turning pathways of indecision...
L.A.Mc Nabb
Saturday, 26 October, 2003
Kremmling, Colorado
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
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Pathways of Indecision...2003
Pathways of Indecision...2003