Into Your Soul

I wondered intently, why I felt like a silent whisper

A lost shadow among the ageless strangers of belief

Unimportant enough to be held with true compassion

…as if all my love for you was soon to be depleted

And then all those intuitives arrived in a slamming door

Announcing their self as a thieving rue of intention

Channeling the marrows of innate darkness

But, among the meridian bells, it was then I realized

This softening whisper was the echo within my own being

The songs that you thought would be silenced forevermore

…it was as if you knew perditions grave was dug

and this wasn’t about me at all, like I had thought

it was all about you, and your quietus pain that you harbor

These uncertain choices that you didn’t want to accept nor hear

I get it now…I totally understand, as I release you

You couldn’t bare to face the sounds of my heart breaking

The shattering depths of my soul, stolen by misguided trust

This heavy burden of my infectious tears echoing into your soul

Even though the last thing I want is to release you

Love Poems: Victoria L. McColley