Embers

Here I sit weeping
As if a thousand hot embers
Scraped my skin, with fury and angst
I try to form a thought, a speculation
But all that’s left is the dull ringing
Of a silence unwelcomed
By sore ears.

Willow tree branches licking my face
The breeze wraps itself around me
And the wild grasses pull me down
Into the ground, rooting me
Where I shall forever be seated.

In a state of complete emptiness
A clotted circulation of overused thoughts
Desires snuffed out with delicate execution
But the tears roll down dirt covered cheeks
Cleaning the torn face.

I seem to be in a place never ventured into
For I had never dared to let a spec
Of evidence through to the surface
That deep inside I was just like you
I was hurting like any person can.

I’m tasting a sensation never tasted
Smelling a gust of smells, new to the mind
Twirling around in bliss caused
By absolute and total misery
And the embers keep scraping.

Whipped up by the breeze of a thousand whispers
Whispers of secrets and untold lies
Hushed voices, daring to say ‘forever’
Daring to feel the absolute intimidation of the word ‘love’
And venturing into a land not ventured before.

I can close the book of a bad tale
And I can open to a new page
Fresh and alive with new promises and
Melancholies, but I still strive
Is this from my heart or my mind?

Whether it be mind
Whether it be heart
For once in forever
They may just be working in unison
And the tears stream down.