Withered Heart
Withered heart, scabbed-over festered wound,
trap door slammed over feelings within, guarded well.
Sadness prevails; loneliness conceals pain deep
within me, unmarked time marches along unbridled.
I walk alone down the path to the sea where darkness
shields my lonely eyes. Beckoning waves in rhythmic force
emulate my breathing as if in respiration. Invisible voice of waves
undulating softly against the beaten shore; erosion of feelings
not unlike sand and pebbles swept out upon the rocks of despair,
thrashing wildly against destruction but losing identity in the wilderness
of shadowed fate, the sea reclaims land that never was owned,
though some sought ownership, as was their right?
The reverent, those who trampled over the grounds of existence,
my heart cries out a silent plea. Would that the sea could consume pain,
pounding memories, as breakers strike against the shore, the casualty
of chaotic dreams, my heart lies broken to shards. The stars choose to turn
their backs this night, the moon agrees to stay hidden, none cast shadows.
Darkness covered all traces, what loneliness has done to me.
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| Julie A. Dickson |
Julie A. Dickson has been a poet for over 55 years and a YA fiction writer. She draws from memories, life experiences, nature, and visual art. Her work has been widely published in many journals, including Kind of a Hurricane Press, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Ekphrastic Review, Feed the Holy, and MasticadoresUSA. Dickson shares her home with two rescued feral cats, Cam and Jojo.
