The Colors Of Her Pain Poem by Thoughts of a Single Man

The Colors of her Pain



She hides her pain so well

sheltered under the emotional umbrella she carries

hoping no drops of remorse seep through

but I know her pain

I can see it in her eyes

though so white and clear I know how she cries

for I too have my scribbled scars to bear

and though she sobs in bitter sweet silence

I can hear her tears in their haunting echo

filtering through the blandness that surrounds her

in the dark dreary shades of grey

illuminated by scatted splashes of painted emotion

is what she feels will protect her as she makes her way

through another endless day

and in the depths of the night she tosses and she turns

for the fires of her tragedy still brightly burn

she says a coveted prayer that only the Lord can hear

I wish I was there

for I would hold her close in my protective grasp

and let her know that she is not alone

for I too have the markings of lost and labeled hurt

etched deep within my shifting bones

the red that flows through her is her anger and her rage

by those who assaulted her verbally

and cornered her physically where she could not be saved

the green is the fields she roams mentally

where she is free to prance and play

where the dark clouds stay at bay

where all the pain can fade away

while the colors creep so silently

and still seep in the damp soil of her soul

from the dark hole left in her ebbing core

where the festive dancing dots twinkle spots

anointing the flower that attempts to blossom within her

I have seen her dancing on life's empty stage

waiting for the moment For me to be her partner

for two broken hearts can always merge and beat as one

like the yellow rays that run through her

that glows like spray of the rising sun

I see the blue in her flow like the oceans so deep and pure

their depths of when she wept

shows that she can and will still endure

I sit quietly watching her as she moves stiffly

wading as if she walks in quicksand

leaving behind the muddy footprints of her soul

too afraid to run and lose control

but I will assist her for I cannot resist her

as I see the cascade of her streaming tears

fall from a image of a face encased

in a black and white frame of silent shame

for we are kindred spirits she and I

two griffins that met in the mist

filling the empty air we share

as broken wings mend in the healing touch

and learn once again how to fly

and she will now finally know of comfort

and the safety of trust

when there is no longer her and no longer me

just the meaning of the sum of us

and I will kiss her gently and of so sweetly

as I softly breathe her mentioned name

sealing with my lips the tortured cracks

that adorns the mold of her healing essence

and we shall run on the rainbows of our destiny

for beneath the wrinkles of a restless sea

we can float together on currents shared

for we are one and we are-the same

for I am the poet

who writes for the new tomorrows of her sorrow

and I know the colors of her pain


Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm