| I've forgiven you your trespasses, allowed your sins to fade into memories that only haunt me in those lonely hours lost between midnight and dawn. Among the pain and sorrow that I chained my heart behind, misery and fear churned a sea within my soul, yet redemption was what I sought, not vengeance. I wandered a year afloat in memories, learning how to live again, and found that though you are my past you no longer stake claim to my future. And, still, at sometime during the night I realized that I fell out of love with you, and found myself at peace. Nightmares no longer chase me from my bed even when I find my arms cold and empty; despite the evils that haunted you when my love just wasn't enough, I can now start my journey, head held high, because I succeeded in forgiving you and no longer find the need to guard my heart from a new love that awaits me, for I've found redemption. --georgia mae c. |
| I long to kiss you, run my fingers through your hair, gently cupping the back of your head while searching for a deeper kiss. Sleepless nights spent in each other's arms mornings spent in the summer sun talking for hours on end. I close my eyes and see you there, everywhere, your handsome smile, eyes alight. I miss you every minute- and when we're together I long to stop time capture this moment forever. Sometimes I hear you whispering even though you're not there, I can hear your declaration of love- I caress it, roll it through my mind repeatedly, a rosary for my soul's preservation. Georgia Mae C. |
| (author's note: this poem is included in the World's Longest Peace Poem-how lucky am I?) The Silent War The casualties are in the millions in a war few dare speak of, plaguing homes, families in every town, every country. Domestic violence is worse than any bomb it's an assault upon the senses, worse than any weapon borne against you because society has built a silencer for this deadly weapon. Victims tears often go unseen, cries unheard for who do you call to arms to fight a silent war? Can our countries unite in peace when this war ravages our homes, our people and no president, not one king speaks to stop the ignorance, struggles to place the blame correctly? Will it take one man, one woman or maybe the child I will bear someday to become the voice to unite us all, carry the banner and lead the way? I cry a tear for my country, another for mankind because I cannot be proud to be a person if I refuse to hold my hand out to someone in need. I beg of you, join hands with me now and maybe we will win, but at least help me fight this war then, afterward, let us speak of peace. Georgia Mae C. |
| Grim Reaper I am the grim reaper in your dreams- I find your fear; twist it deep in your thoughts just so that you know that I have that power. I haunt you, waiting until you close your eyes lay your head upon your pillow in peaceful slumber, then I tiptoe behind your eyes to dangle my fingers in your flowery fairytales. Do you remember your childhood fear, the one of flying through nothingness? Welcome to my world, child. I held your hand with sickle and cloth, tore your childish faith in mankind and watched you scream into the morning light. Yes, it was me who, in your dreams, opened your closet door scratched the floor beneath your bed. Grooves in your hardwood beliefs prove that I touched your thoughts every night, poured death into your tears. I watch you squirm, plea begging me to release you from this torment, but I can only smile. Why release you, my child when I alone am your guardian in the abandoned alleys of the mind. I found the cracks in your mortal shell, walked through your dreams and you can�t say a thing because I am the reaper in your dreams. --Georgia Mae C. |