Excellent imagery. Very evocative. Great job! I thought I'd torture you with one of my own! Ha!



It is silent in the cathedral.
The altar shrouded in dust.
The pews stretch on forever.
Because they must.

My heart is the bell in the tower.
It used to sing out every hour.
But now it is dark and soundless.
Because it is.
It is.

These stained glass windows
Used to reverberate with love.
Souls would fuse together
And escape through cracks above.

While copper pipes
Burst forth with glory,
And spirits wronged
Would tell their story.

Then all was quiet.
No penitence to golden icons made.
Christ just hung upon his cross
And none were saved.

When you left the cathedral of love,
God nor Devil spoke from below or above.
Dead silence reigned supreme.

As it has always been.

I look in the mirror
at the reflection I see
and all that stares back is
a blank expression of me.

The sadness and trials
that life left behind
has left little room
for a reflection of smiles.

I look deep within
to find something to grasp
wondering when it will be safe
to remove my outer mask.

The only happiness
I find to recall
Is being a Mother,
the best blessing of all.

I close my eyes
in hopes to see
a reflection
within of the true me.

11-15-2009