Scattered Words
I am finding scattered words
and notes from times gone by.
While new thoughts pour out of me
like shards of broken glass.
My feet are leaden.
I am on empty -
not grounded.
Wanting to be held,
feel whole again,
to see life’s possibilities,
and to be
encircled with love.
For now all I have
are these frayed papers
stained with tears
which slipped
down my cheeks
as intense loneliness
crashed in.
All I know is that
I need
I need
I need.
Laurel
4/26/09
and then, I wrote this in June of 09
Beautiful Noise
Oft times now,
the most beautiful noise I hear
is the sound of Silence.
Settling down into quiet solitude,
I am drawn inward to listen to
the lyrics of my soul.
Silence can also lead me to
a crescendo, climaxing into a
deafening explosion.
My protective barriers tumble down
and I am left trembling.
The powerful force of silence is a gift.
It is where I unearth buried treasures
and find my true essence.
For that, I am grateful.
Laurel