From Where She Stands
Helena Toto
Tag: poem
Enough
I stand here in the rain watching you run so you don’t get your hair wet. Such a difference between us. All the time- making it seem like there is no reason for what I do. But I love it. All the droplets falling… Continue Reading “Enough”
Silent
Your hand reaches out Taking hold of my throat Closing, closing Choking the goodness from my lungs Seeping, sweeping onto the floor Crumpling down Down I go Losing consciousness For a moment, Taking me by surprise Your words hit me This time Like they… Continue Reading “Silent”
Why I don’t Write
Do I write for fun? Or when the power of words hit me? Do I write to process, to understand The beauty of things that surround? Would I write if energy was freely given, Flowing to me in a continuous And purifying rain of… Continue Reading “Why I don’t Write”
Ache
To be continually confined, Scratching at the high walls of my Cell until my fingers Bleed, with no one listening to my Whimpers except the moon. She’s the only one who never Gave up – on me – Continued to shine on – Despite… Continue Reading “Ache”
Run
She came to my door Broken and shamed Last night to explain The unexplainable How she rose above The light until She reached the Darkness of Your might. It could Be easy to Pretend But you Know That’s Not What She’ll Do. photo credit:… Continue Reading “Run”
Wife
I press the button, but nothing happens. She doesn’t cock her head or say hello. Her dead eyes don’t blink and her hand doesn’t wave. I want my money back. Photo Credit: *TatianaB* via Compfight cc
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