Monday 17 June 2013

I want to be there - a poem




I want to be there

when the polished veneer blisters and cracks
- I want to be there -
when the silken veil is torn and the smoke drifts away
- I want to be there - 
when the antique mirror shatters and the reflection is no longer clear
- I want to be there - 
when your stilts crack and you tumble to the ground
- I want to be there - 
when the mask is washed away by the rain
- I want to be there - 
when your walls crumble and you are blinded by the light
 - I want to be there -
when you fail to hide and the truth becomes you
- I want to be there -
when you are you and not what you reflect, 
- I will be there - 
to hold your hand as we pick up the pieces

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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I try to reply to as many as I can either here or by email. <3 LJx

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