Monday, 15 April 2013
THE DAUGHTER'S SECRET
She’s so much closer now
And yet it seems the same as before
I’ve seen her but was unable to speak
About how I can love alone.
The distance is reduced
Yet the wall remains impenetrable
I’ve said it all and have no voice
As I wait frustrated for a sign.
The high is suspended in its upward surge
A daunting perpetuation of yesterday’s woes
I sit balancing on the precipice
Preserved by an ailing hope.
Child of my soul speak to me
Let me know the secret of your heart.
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I love the line, "Preserved by an ailing hope." It may sneak into a sculpture title someday.
Beautiful poem. Thank you.
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