Wrap me in your arms,
let me soak up the warmth.
Your shirt catches,
the tears coursing down.
Your quietness understands
the storm raging in me.
I seek strength,
but feel weak.
I scream into the night,
but the wind catches it.
Hold me now,
be my strength.
Let me scream.
Understand my soul.
Catch me as I fall.
Written by Barbara Osborn 05/25/07
BARB
Bardouble29 (aka Barb) has always loved to write. Writing has proven to be a way to deal with the tough parts of life. Her poetry tends to be a little on the dark and sad side. She loves making words come alive. But she can be known to throw in poems of other venue.
2 comments:
Very nice. I know that feeling well.
That one individual that knows your souls so well, they know exactly where to stand when trying to catch you in a fall from the heights.
Who knows if I'm right or not. That is what I love about poetry. It trully is what the reader takes from it.
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