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Subject: Sunday Brunch

Author: Tammy (November 21st, 2007)

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:08:55 12/02/07 Sun The ache I bring as my offering to Sunday brunch When all others gathered round this table, and You laugh so merrily, chatting amongst this bunch Yet, I remain rooted in my own impervious quicksand Tediously carving out these aged splinters from my heart Little fragments of my past that have gradually maimed me A recollection of old memories now sets me far apart Invisible is my pain, to all those who choose not to see Yet I bite back every tear that threatens to cascade Searching desperately, in hopes that I may find the key When the waves begin to crash, and I slowly start to fade Washed away by the torment behind my smile, don’t you see? Oh, and just because I walk through my days with a smile My laughter may be heard, hiding these tears yet unfound But do you truly try to see past this façade so beguiling Do you dare to embrace me or would you make not a sound? For in the core of me, there lies a receding tide That ebbs to and fro, slamming fiercely at my ribcage Every beat of my heart, painfully chips away at my pride Will you still love me, as I attempt to wash away my rage? So while you share in this bounty of a Sunday meal Do you realize that I sit alone amongst your cheers? Or do you close your eyes pretending it isn’t real? Refusing to allow my cry to permeate your own fears? [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]