If Only

If you could only see me from the inside out...running in a field of flowers amid the morning dew...Supping white wine inside my thoughts...if only

Monday, April 26, 2010

ALONE


Somewhere along the way, things turned from a sunny yellow to a cluster of verbs, adjectives and facts.
The smooth edges of childhood became a tear drop of maturity.
Gone, were the echoes of hear-says, murmurings, and words of wisdom that came from the both of you.
One voice lies silent; a place of sleep inside a world of cement.
Oh yes, I hear the other voice. It seems to be locked inside the lacelike sleep of lost minds.
What did you say?
Oh, that's what I thought you said.
No, I was not prepared to stand upon the stage alone.

5 comments:

Balachandran V said...

How true that it is when we lose our parents that we become really alone! They were there all the time, bringing you up,caring and loving you. You always took them for granted and believed they will be there forever. One can only pray for a miracle that will bring your mother back from the dark void of a lost mind.

Beautifully written, Sandy!

Sandy said...

Thank you Balan, for the read. I do pray for a miracle in some way. She is lost as she is. I do not mean to place such a risqué picture, but at birth we are unclothed. I feel this way, at times, without my parents. Alone and defenseless. Silly, I suppose..

anilkurup59 said...

I guess that the umbilical cord is severed not at birth but when we lose "them" later in life.

Sandy said...

You know anilkurup,I never thought of it that way but that is how it is. Don't you think? A final cutting, in death.. Thank you so much for the visit....

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