The Portrait

I’ve made so many mistakes…
careless, thoughtless, forgivable
and unforgivable.

Each shattered fragile truth
to silver streams of salty regret.

Silence is empty……so empty,
an abyss of pittance that wallows
between truth and denial.

As I stand in stillness
I wonder if the painter of my portrait
captured the gypsy of my soul?

The child who wanders in solitude
and cries…alone.

(written to a picture challenge - aka Solitude)