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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
[Email:[email protected]]
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