Hidden truths

The pain we carry Whether real or Mental phantoms Keep us trapped No matter what hope We think we’ve found Or how deep a mark We believe we’ve made The illusion fades Because it’s a mere Surface reflection Of who we really are In fear we retreat Back inside ourselves Not wanting to reveal Or

GALA

Her words resonated Like raindrops falling Echoing in the stillness Of his silence Touching him deep Lighting his spirit Finding great comfort He opened the door Damn the consequences Or possible reward He had no expectation Just drawn to her uniqueness He kept it low key Offering friendship and kindness When what he wanted Was

Almost perfect lovers

Mabon blessings to all ~

Solitary confinement

The time is at hand The necessity of change Meditating on the emptiness Reflecting to gain strength Shifting perspective From a sense of sheer urgency A higher price on personal value With a built-in guarantee Cultivating self-worth By looking within The need of comparison Entirely unnecessary Casting a solitary circle Taking stock of individuality Positive

The portrait

I’ve looked at that image A million times … Held it to my face Deeply inhaled Closed my eyes Felt the softness Under my touch Through my fingers With tears in my eyes Kissed it gently As if I could extract His very essence A silent prayer An unholy plea Seeing him there Standing before

Through my eyes

Fear

upon his lips

Upon his lips She left a kiss That would carry Them into forever Then ushered forth On wings of pain She fled into the night Banishing herself Under a cloak of darkness Returning to her world Of solitary confinement Where even the trees Wept in her presence ©2013 jillterry Jillterry.com