Spilt

Upwelling tears
Trapped damaging past,
Coursed through his veins
Bending his blood,
Tainting his spirit
Still trampled by doubt.

Rending of love,
Lost chances to hold,
Needing one glimpse,
A forever to see…

But none.

Emptiness echoing,
Shrill
Damming
Dullness,
Shackled his now
To a past wholly ache.

Just one outstretched hand,
Just one mind to join his,
Just one chance to live,
Savor life,
Yet again.

But palpable pain,
No longer withheld,
Was loosed,
Dripping down,
His embarrassment plain.

No judgement,
No denial,
Just open arms offered,
She cradled his pain,
Tears dried by her grace.

And he wept all the more,
Unstoppable now,
Constrained in her arms
Him clutching her safety.

Begging for blessings,
One chance for forever,
His wounded heart bursting…

Respite needed now,
And hands gently to hold.

Her beauty so evident,
Her benevolence defined
In his moment of anguish,
Accepting his pain,
Her eyes wept with his…

Safe harbor was she.

Just joining his journey,
And shouldering his load,
Her elegant resilience,
Unquestionably strong,

Noble character shown.

Absorbent her heart,
In lifting him up,
Collapsing his guilt,
And lighting his way,
All shadows dispelled.

His turbulent troubles,
Emotions now spilt,
She gathered him fully,
New life so assured…

And he wept once again,
Tears flowing for joy.

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

52 thoughts on “Spilt

      1. Yes…Tanya. I’ve been experimenting with a shift in my “voice.” It took a little getting used to…but I’m now coming to accept it.

        I hope it offers you a richer experience reading the words.

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      2. I can see that, poetry should appeals to all five senses and should be an emotive experience on every level, and it’s commendable how you are experimenting and playing with reader’s senses, steady rise in your skills. I sound like a teacher now 🙂

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      3. I welcome your feedback…always…Tanya! Our lives demand new experiences…and teaching from others…yes?

        You help me grow as a writer…and for that…I am eternally grateful.

        🙂

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      4. That’s true learning is life long process, I’m humbled! I don’t know in what way I contributed to you as a writer but still I’m happy if I could do in any small way!

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      5. Thanks, growing up I loved traveling and experiencing new cultures and myths I guess grown up now my memories still take me to such myths and legends reflected in my poems!

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  1. there is such beauty in vulnerability, more strength than weakness to succumb to needing someone to lift us up. a slow and steady path to healing in the safe heart and arms of one you can trust. very touching words. A Masterpiece!

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      1. you are welcome Bill! you are right, it does not have to be an extraordinary person just special to us, who wants to understand and accept our flaws and sadness and hold us till that moment passes to appreciate the goodness we have tucked away from the rest of the world.

        I am very grateful for your words, it is healing and comforting. keep on writing!

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      2. much blessings to you too. its a sunny equatorial morning, I wish i could show you the contrast of the coolness the dawn just leaving and the new day beginning. have a good rest before your week starts tomorrow.

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  2. Very different Bill. A very different atmosphere is created in this poem. If you see what I mean. Yes, vulnerability. A hard thing to embrace. But you did……..here!

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    1. Lorraine…I am so grateful for you thoughts and interest in my work. Just felt like I had to express what it means to be so needing of another…and that person so willing to accept, and hold, and cherish. Absorb all the emotional grief spilt.

      Deeply important to me.

      Thank you my friend for reading, and supporting me!

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      1. I understand Bill. And yes, I feel exactly that way too. I know what it is like to ha e that aching need to be held. To have that deep deep ache to spill it all out, and still be accepted. To receive that comfort. To be held, held, held. Yes, I feel that too. Deeply. It is an ache inside that often goes unmet. Sad. But you let it out here. And that is GOOD. Great, Bill

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      2. I read all your poetry, but don’t always comment as this stupid blindness causes me problems. So frusteating. But I am so glad I ha e touched your heart. We press on.

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  3. What a beautiful poem, Bill! There’s nothing like the feeling of knowing that someone embraces us with open arms and is there to help us heal from the past pains. I love the hope you give in this because it shows that we can still be loved, despite our embarrassing pasts or the scars we have accumulated in life.

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