Forever Free

People ask me why
my poetry is dark, intense

It took me a few days to see
they really meant no offense

Remembering conversations
over the months, this week

Debating with myself, should I
allow them what they seek?

My innermost emotions
I seldom freely express

Surviving my turmoil
I no longer need suppress

Through it all
there have been

Sparks and beams
of happiness, when

Threads of warm
loving blindness

Weaving through, mending
my soul with kindness

Moments that took
my breath away

Strangely beautiful
no time held sway

I find I hoard
and cherish these

Not sharing, hoping
that no one sees

Selfishly keeping
small hidden caches

So quickly they fade
to soft warm ashes

Determined now
to extend their hour

Putting to pen
enhancing their power

These precious gifts
I shall endeavor

From time to time
to set forever...free

©Dimara,October 1998 

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