TAKING ROOT
Some things are meant to be concealed.
We've grown careful to hide misfit thoughts...
Bemittened gloves to shield the winter winds.
This is our home, yet one room remains locked
Where darkness of mind has taken root and
The house turns slowly around it's own remorse.
Old memories cling to us sticky as the toes of frogs,
Our heavy cloaks wrapped tight against the cold...
A worn black wing we can't shrug off.
Once upon a time, we thought the same thoughts,
Felt the same things inviting lingering kisses, fits of laughter,
Bouncing and heel-clicking in a place of nocturnal harmony.
We HAVE heard about a place where once upon a time becomes
Happily ever after, soul mates never die, spirits break their fast on love
And the sickness of indifference has the decency to die.
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Written for Sharon's Behind The Mask challenge
Theme: Harmony
And for Alexia's Catch the Soaring Star challenge
Phrase: Soul mates never die
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By Sharon Peeples
© 2008 Sharon Peeples
(All rights reserved)
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