Silver Platter of Wishes

I dine upon the Silver Platter—
Where Wishes form my Fare—
The Reflection—how it Paineth—
Yet I whisper—“I am Stronger—
Than the Life that Stings and Tears—”
But still—the Hurt—Remains.

I seek to leave this Wayward Path—
Yet Answers—multitudinous—
Rise against the Bitter Life—
And my Tears—they betray—
So I linger—where the Silence
Holds me close—where I may Lie.

My Soul—a Faint—fragile Thing—
Once it danced ‘neath Azure Skies—
Now Shadows claim my Being—
And what—pray tell—have I become?
A Needle’s Thread—devouring—
Tearing Holes in what was Whole.

Yet still—I cry—I am More—
Than the Weakness I behold—
I was More—before the Fall—
And now—what I Become—
Is the softest Kiss of Weakness—
Yet I Love—oh how I Love—
You—Life—and You—
We are All—of Life.

And I shall not let you down—
I will make you Love—
What I was—and Am—

:: 07-23-2015 ::