Treasure Island

Hazel Durham


A Stroll In The Park


Give her a chance to rekindle their on and off romance,
With her love she keeps and weeps in her unruly heart,
Memories of turbulence and the way they used to dance,
Leading them into an uplifting trance,
She loved his supportive company.

Give her a chance to peel back the layers,
Of her anger at not feeling good enough,
Her jealousy at not being attractive enough,
Oh! enough of her chronic insecurities,
Eating her alive with such glee.

Like another person hiding between her mind and heart,
Ready to pounce,
Attacking instead of playing smart,
Jumble of broken emotions let out for the day,
Wild and kicking out and rolling in an uncontrollable way.

The surge of everchanging feelings had a lightning pace,
The result she was always last in lifes race,
He had tried to understand her complex divide,
Patience in abundance to give her a sense of pride,
Only to see she just wanted to die.

He was paying for her suffering,
He left to survive her unstable mind,
Like shifting sands even on dry land,
She was an enigma,
Combined with sweetness and truth.

Blackness of moods that jump and bounce,
Her love is fuelled driven by self hate,
Sticking a knife into her soul, that is her fate,
He stands alone keeping away from her fight
But she is never far from his inner sight.

A chance to change to rearrange her scarred mind,
With his love for her unselfish and kind,
Oh how he missed her funny ways,
He wanted to find the puzzles missing piece,
Allow her war to cease.

With moments to savour their incredible spark of attraction,
To let mature with grace and the end result, a win,
Like freeing a captive dove to fly,
To skies blue with white fluffy clouds,
With a rainbow of all colours in a wonderful arc,
At last holding hands as they stroll in a tranquil park.

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Sunday, August 04, 2013

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  • Lyn Paul (1/10/2014 6:29:00 PM)

    Finally at the end of her stroll she is now comfortable in her own skin, appreciating life and accepting herself. Beautiful words Hazel. Your heart always finds a way (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (8/4/2013 11:06:00 PM)

    written with a good flow with a serenity state of mind. love your write. keep it up. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (8/4/2013 7:41:00 AM)

    Like a psychologist peering into the inner depth of human mind, you have gone deep into the complex divide in her, unearthed the secret fears, sense of chronic insecurities, the resultant erratic moods etc etc...! Anyway the presence of an understanding man who in the end hopes to free a captive dove to fly to skies blue is a refeshing close to a wonderfully beautiful poem! ! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (8/3/2013 11:44:00 PM)

    What a reading into her mind have you done Hazel? This poem is educative and appealing too besides being a well crafted feast for the eyes and discerning minds. (Report) Reply

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