Lagrimas Descubiertas

More original poetry by me. I have a lot on my mind and although I outwardly try to seem happy and content with the way my life has turned out, there are many times when I get lost in the the thought of the "what could have been". I know that everything happens for a reason, and I am truly blessed to be living the life that I have right now, but you can't run from your feelings and you can't hide what you think is right in your heart, even though others may think its wrong. So in an attempt to work some of this confusion, sadness and frustration out that I have accumulated over 11 months time, I wrote this poem... I hope you like it. If not- I don't know what to tell you.

Lagrimas Descubiertas

When it rains, it pours. The winds, the fury, the water, the confusion, the anger the vengeance the CALM….

In the eye of the storm, the eerie silence surrounding me is deafening.

The desolation of my circumstance

marked as visible destruction deep in my heart has returned to haunt me.

Words spiraling

around like the long whispy fingers of ghosts

seeping from the crevices of the floorboards

an instantaneous whirlwind.

“You two should talk”

“What about the past???”

Lingering “I love you’s” escaping my lips only to fall

like the solemn notes of an old-world composition.

The eye of the storm,

a lonely cavern,

filled with the troubled thoughts of years gone by

adorned with the trophies of arguments won and battles lost.

I wonder if the storm has yet passed over your home

or if you found shelter elsewhere.

I wonder if the wind has erupted

in sounds of shattered glass over your refuge

part of me hopes you escaped unscathed

part of me doesn’t

part of me wonders why the storm is seemingly lurking over me

like the ugly black cloud of reality

And while this is all speculation, I remember

the eye of the storm does not last for long.

The winds increase, the pressure builds

I’m tossed around as I search frantically for cover

I cover my head and shield my heart to survive.

and the rain falls.

One lonely tear drop after another

until we are drowning in the pain of the heavens

as they markedly show their disapproval

of what has become

and through the abundant craziness and chaos

I find myself

still

loving

you.