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At the end of the day . . .

Sound of the waves
Caress of the sea breeze
Warmth of the sun
Welcoming
Nurturing
Necessary

Knowing what awaits me
What too soon is to come
Taking a day alone
Just me my self and I

Contenplating the universe
Sorting my internal mess
Watching my certainty
Ebb and flow with the tide

Silent prayers rising up
That somehow someway
Fate will be kind

And something more
Out there awaits me

Yet at the end of the day
Uncertainty still lingers

©2012 jill
Jillterry.com

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LEFT BEHIND

She sat in the corner, listening to the deafening sound of silence, the room cold and dark, but for the faint amber glow of the accent lamp that illuminated the edge of her desk. She looked at the untouched plate of food and her stomach recoiled at the sight. She needed to get rid of it, the smell that she hadn’t noticed until it visually invaded her space, suddenly making her nauseous; but she was too numb to even think, much less get up and take it to the kitchen. She managed enough motion to touch the edge of the plate with her fingertip, and slowly push it away, until it tipped then disappeared over the side of the desk into the waiting wastebasket below.

She didn’t understand how she could feel so much pain, when it was emptiness that filled her now; how it could be that she found herself living for a dream that at moments such as this seemed absolutely hopeless; on her knees, futilely begging him to see, that he’s everything she ever wanted and all that she needs. Wondering if it was as easy as it seemed, for him to walk away and leave her there; lost and alone, spiraling out of control in a grief-stricken meltdown of epic proportion; her fragile strength slipping away completely when he told her, quite simply, No.

There was no stopping the flow of tears or gut-wrenching sobs, as images flashed from an internal reel, and the one she kept coming to over and over, was the sweet sadness that filled his eyes; sadness that revealed the depth of his own anguish and pain, over what had transpired and become their situation.

She saw herself reach out and gently touch his face, telling him she loved him, kissing his sweet lips, feeling for the first time that she alone, was enough; and she wished in that moment she could have left this plane of agonizing existence, wrapped in the warmth of his sheltering embrace, having closed her eyes and simply drowned in his love.

©2011 Jill Terry


SHADOWS IN GLASS

Not quite world renowned, yet still slightly famous
His artistry revered among an extended circle of faithfuls
All clamoring for entrance to behold the coveted treasures
The beauty of his creations surpassed only by his vision

Sometimes a window, sometimes a mirror
Making one question their own perceptions
Forcing them to look within rather than simply at
Taking them beyond levels of personal comfort

And there at the center she lingered unknown
The one he delighted in whilst feeding her soul
Yearning to accept him in his world absolute
Define the separation between artisan and masterpiece

She peered through the window and saw her own soul
Finding the mirror that no longer revealed
That which she believed she still longed to see
Deceived by trepidation of past wounds and demons
Distracted by the notion of his possible comparison

©2011 Jill Terry


Collective fear

I feared the words
He spoke were truth

Of me
About me
In spite of me

Because
He knew me

Because
I let him

Because
I wanted him to

Like none other
Before or after

Deeper
Better

To the core

Then left to wonder
If he knew me
At all

© jillterry


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