Sometimes She Cries

It's not easy,
When a heart breaks in two;
Out there in life,
When she's there all alone.
The memories flood in
And the pain reaches deep,
The dark clouds roll in
And the rain seems to seep.

What else can go wrong,
For a heart that's meant for keeps?
Sometimes she cries,
But it's not meant to see.
Deep inside herself,
She reaches for peace,
Looking for the life
That she wanted to live,
She doesn't know how much more
She's got left....
To give.

Working through a life
That's been shattered to the core.
Caring for her kids
Never knowing what's in store.
Looking for the light,
Half afraid to let go,
She doesn't find the strength
That she had once before.

What else can she do
With all that she's been through?
The dreams she sees in sleep
Are just memories felt so deep.
Sometimes she cries
For her life once lived
Was just a lie.

Now she's moving on,
With the pain still in her heart;
Working through the mess
That a love left in the dark.
She does the best that she can do,
While she cares for the family she has left.
Thinking no regrets,
Though tears may fall like rain,
She knows she can't kill the memories
But she can stop the pain.
She won't live her life
As if all is lived in vain.

Sometimes she cries
But the tears will mend her heart,
Never looking back
For that's when the pain will start.
Holding on to life,
Moving forward day by day.
Sometimes she cries,
But she's tending to her heart...
Everyday.

Fadedspirit 1/20/2008

Hmm...I think I'll dedicate this one to my friend.

Faded...that was a beautiful poem of expression.

Ahh, thanks Wolfeyes. Always a pleasure to receive comments from you.

Nice dedication, then awesome write,

That was absolutley beautiful and very heartfelt.

Thanks Noden and TxsGal!

Great insight into a womans heart and soul!

That's my life. Thanks for sharing

And most think I know nothing! lol
Thanks for the comment.

Awww, You're very welcome.

very well written faded

very nice poem i can relate to it.thanks for sharing

Thanks kc

Thanks sendingyoukisses and you are very welcome.

good job!

Thanks chuck

She makes no sound,
when she cries.
Her very foundation
cracks silently, swiftly,
from the inside out.
She stands alone,
solitary, awash
in sorrows unknown
by the masses.
When she cries,
her heart bleeds
a river of tears,
and bloodbath of emotions,
drained her, minimizing
her very existence.
Her mouth opens,
crying out
her silent anguish,
as another little piece
of her dies,
chipped away
by grief-laden anvils.
And her soul
is burdened
with a leadened loss.
Dreams buried
beneath the fallout,
and she falls
to her knees
in quiet supplication,
begging for mercy,
and relief from sorrow,
with head hung low.
...And she cries.

Thanks shauna

Thanks MsTeddyBear!