The trail of tears seems endless
As through shadowlands it winds
A tender soul left defenseless
To dark ravages of time
The trail of tears in Winter
When snows of sorrow drift
Lodged in a heart, pain’s splinter
No way heavy burdens to lift
Strong bars are never broken
The prisoner longs to be freed
And faith is a well worn token
To placate the aching need
Butterfly’s fragile wings are torn
Fighting night to fly toward morn
Love given freely for love’s own sake
Too innocent to count the cost
Love given to those who only take
And leave for the lover the loss
Endless enduring of emptiness
As twisted trail winds on and on
Fleeting moments of briefest bliss
Then hope, taking flight, is gone
Worn platitudes are pointless
If the same trail isn’t walked
On cripple legs broken and joint-less
Cheerful lecture is just empty talk
Trail Of Tears do you have an end
Where sorrow ceases and joy begins?
MUCH said and felt in these expressive verses, Sonnet - NOT sure I understand one,
This read of such depth in a poem Belle!
It touched my heart deeply!
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings of Love, Light and Peace, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo
Sadness Cloud would come to Solitude teepee where Tear's dormant after looking for Path's direction and finding none.
Squaw tongue shouldn't talk to Pain or to Burden, they are bad medicine, but ask Father Winter to let Spring to come out.
Also, Squaw feet should no walk on Tear's tracks, better wait for Bliss.
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This read of such depth in a poem Belle!
It touched my heart deeply!
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings of Love, Light and Peace, Warrior Purple Lady SHEExooo
Regis
The trail may be twisted but your sonnet goes straight to
the heart. -gene.
Moving, strong and deep, you took me along a great reflective path and I'm much the wiser and better for it.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
quite moving, La Belle ...
In Spirit,
Bear
Squaw tongue shouldn't talk to Pain or to Burden, they are bad medicine, but ask Father Winter to let Spring to come out.
Also, Squaw feet should no walk on Tear's tracks, better wait for Bliss.
Wounded Eagle
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(