ladyreck67
Sep 8, 2018

Soul's Whisper

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I breathe deeply, my soul can hear, Trying so hard not to release these tears. My heart can feel, such torture it mourns, And the flutter of wings, my heart becomes air born.

 

Take me away, I really hurt, I cannot find peace, So hard I try, oh so hard, but yet no release. Perhaps was me, this reasoning of his, Perhaps was something in my touch or my kiss.

 

I cannot fathom my life without my heart, My souls ache, Oh I’m being pulled apart. The fire dims, my hearts flame now shattered, Ah, but in the end, it no longer matters.

 

And now the tears can flow, the memory’s erased, No, it cannot be, because I can still see your face.

 

© Cynthia Clark

 

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ladyreck67
Sep 10, 2018

Yes. It was a long time ago.

 

Sep 9, 2018

The line "the flutter of wings, my heart becomes air born" is wonderful...

ladyreck67
Sep 10, 2018

Sometimes it feels like your heart flys away. Like it has lost a beat and you can only feel a slight flutter

I like this Cynthia, even though as Donald says there is a lot of pain in it, its a very good write.

ladyreck67
Sep 10, 2018

Thank you, so much, Jackie

Sep 16, 2018

Cynthia, you are such an expressive and authentic writer, portraying the spirit in its vulnerability and weakness as the heart mourns and grieves due to loss. It is sadness draped in beautiful, real emotion. Thank you for sharing!

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