I became nothing but a memory
Moments after she read my words
Like an unwanted news ad
When- what I really wanted
Was to be read, and then felt
As if I was standing before her
Stripped of all veils, constraints
To be dreamed, wanted, loved
To be imagined by her heart
In colorful scenes- of longed dreams
Wrapped around her like a scent
If only she could absorb me as ink
Does spilled words upon parchment
Feel the beats of all my emotions
As one does from another’s heart
And be blind to my social aberrations
Until her ears could feel…my whispers
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Where flight became stalled
Because fear stood its ground
There- is where I- was reborn
Where I relearned my reality
As broken fragments of a self
Where I’ve seen the unveilings
Of time, truth, and Holy love
Where angels cried and wept
For my salvation and healing
And I- wept along with them
Where fire seared my mission
Forged into my soul as passion
A combatant for the wounded
Of humanities silenced…truths
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Published
January 24, 2019
Whispers of a poet's heart 
This is such a touching sentiment. I can recall experiencing this feeling throughout various stages of my life, for different people and situations. These words gift me the assurance of being part of the greater human spirit, when I’ve felt completely isolated at times. Timeless work ☺ Obrigado!
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You are most kind with your words, Thank you.
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This moved me.
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Thank you for taking the time to read and comment with honesty.
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My pleasure.
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I absolutely love this. And I get it completely. I think we all want to be seen and heard. To be accepted and understood. Lovely work, Poet.
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Thank you my friend. Very kind of you to say.
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I really like the way you say things. It’s in a way I can really connect to… so thank YOU for sharing.
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Your most kindly welcome. Words- are they not our true conduit for sharing our…inner emotions?
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Perhaps just that, yes
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That cuts. In all the best and sorrowful ways.
I guess we all are an Eleanor Rigby to someone else at some point or another in life.
Great poem.
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Thank you, and yes, that is a nice way of putting it.
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Such intense thoughts!
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Thank you for reading deeply and commenting. I appreciate both.
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I truly get this…well said
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Thank you.
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