SHUTTERING
Looking out through windowed pains
scarred by former storms,
she sees an onslaught coming on
and tries to shield her home.
She’s shuttering the windows
and boarding up the doors;
the wall she built to stop the tides
she fortifies once more.
Shuttering… Shuddering…
from fear of what will come;
blocking out the images
of her fortress all undone--
Trying to stem uncertainty
that rises from within
when shutters come unlocked,
letting windy words blow in...
Shattering the fragile panes,
causing self-doubt to grow,
releasing torrents from black clouds,
and causing rain to flow.
Then…
Shuddering…
and shuttering…
she covers up those pains.
Regis
and now the pain is gone, and all of the fear.
Excellent write Cryssa!
P.S. Love And Prayers
Always!!!
Eileen
Excellent opening line, Cryssa, to a shuttered life
destined to conceal its pains in a weathered house
of empty rooms. -gene.
What a marvelous play on words! From a storm brewing outside, to the one inside. Really enjoyed.
Mary
(((HUGS))), much love, and continued prayers for you and your beautiful family~
As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
May y'all have the best Fourth of July EVER!! Stay safe and have a lot of fun; you deserve it! :D
Georg