Closed Eyes, Open Heart (UPA Pic challenge)
Solitary she sits amongst acres of nothingness.
Yet all around her flloat thoughts of lonliness.
With her eys closed, she can see the sky.
The clouds that fly, the birds that sigh.
The sun drips it's warmth upon her head.
"I love you still" is what the son said.
It matters not what others opine,
she whispers "This broken life is mine."
Tears trickle down and the stream meanders
unaware of scent of rose and oleander.
Every scene of the day replays in slow motion,
each reminder a thorn, a jab to her emotion.
Her heart flys off her sleeve and flutters around
reflections of this swirl without a sound.
Her heart is broken, in peices thirteen,
one for each of the pictures seen.
On her park bench she sits, awaiting an answer,
but no one will comment on the severity of cancer.
Here she will sit to feel the sun and hear the breeze,
until the call from the Lord she recieves.
Yet all around her flloat thoughts of lonliness.
With her eys closed, she can see the sky.
The clouds that fly, the birds that sigh.
The sun drips it's warmth upon her head.
"I love you still" is what the son said.
It matters not what others opine,
she whispers "This broken life is mine."
Tears trickle down and the stream meanders
unaware of scent of rose and oleander.
Every scene of the day replays in slow motion,
each reminder a thorn, a jab to her emotion.
Her heart flys off her sleeve and flutters around
reflections of this swirl without a sound.
Her heart is broken, in peices thirteen,
one for each of the pictures seen.
On her park bench she sits, awaiting an answer,
but no one will comment on the severity of cancer.
Here she will sit to feel the sun and hear the breeze,
until the call from the Lord she recieves.
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