Battered

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Fear rises up through haze and history

Ask me what I cannot tell you

You chipped at the ice encasing me

Feelings tumble from my lips, uncensored

I fling them outward, unthinking

Uncaring of their trajectory

Now I am afraid of their landing

Will they fall softly, lightly welcomed

Caught by a heart ready for my utterances

Or will they damage a fragile bond

As if you are their only target

Through the haze of history my words run

My fears manifest become your pain

Unknowingly twist both our souls

Expressions unrestricted by walls we battered

Will our hearts survive, I wonder

Do you wonder too

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12-July-2015

Comments

  1. Val I have said this before but I will say it again.. Your poetry touches the heart, it hits the spot with me every time, no matter what subject. Sometimes Val we have to speak our truth and hope others hear what is deep within our hearts, no matter if at times you send your….
    ” Feelings tumble from my lips, uncensored
    I fling them outward, unthinking
    Uncaring of their trajectory
    Now I am afraid of their landing”

    Your words are as Passionate as your Heart Val.. ” Will our hearts survive, I wonder”… Yes I wonder too Val, in this mixed up world of History!.. But there are many with such passions as yours dear Val.. and History will record our Progression..

    Love and Light.. Brilliant thoughts Val..
    Sue ❤

    • Oh Sue, you remind me I must not fear. Yet still, fear is such a part of my nature. Such a part of what it means to be an introvert I think.

      Thank you so much for your wisdom, your encouragement.

  2. I don’t often tell people I love their poetry, cuz I don’t…
    but I love yours! xxxx

  3. One of your best! From the first line I was pulled in through “hazy and history.” Very emotional and creative. And thanks for the recent visit and comment. Stay as cool as possible…I think summer has set in!

    • I love summer, it is my favorite time of year!

      Thank you, this one is different from my norm. It is from my closet rather than my journal. I am glad you like it, perhaps I will pull some more from the closet.

  4. Beautiful and real. I love your poetry, Val. You have a real gift, and while I’m in a bit of a vulnerable place today, this one makes me weepy. XOXO-Kasey

  5. Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.

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