‘Viola,

I Have not spoken the truth, yet,

but today, I will speak with my heart.

If A Thousand nights have shown me their grace

as I wonder with my lost eye in their art.

Have I not seen them lost in their maze,

thus, why shall I fall apart?

The unknown that wanders through my vein

frightens me as I depart.

 

“I Am not alone” as I tell myself every day.

“I Am not afraid” as I kneel when I pray.

“I Am not in pain” as I speak in cliché.

So how come do I see this strange doorway?

 

The end of my title is the truth in my story,

But as I kept saying my goodbye

I couldn’t read that written envelope.

The unknown, the truth, the fear,

The pain, but yet, I see this life through my telescope. 

 

To be in love with your light,

To be together in delight,

To be dancing in eyesight,

To be dreaming of that rewrite.

 

Now I dine with hope

As I lean into my fears.

Slow, but steady,

do I reach with my open arms

and embrace the world in tears.



 

‘This Sunday,

10 responses to “‘Viola,”

  1. Besutiful and touching poem. If the poem is based from the heart and reality, wich I feel it is, I hope this story ends well. Great photograph too.

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