my poetry

It's been there all along,
deep inside of me
attempting to scream aloud
echoes of the fear for uncertainty,
took me back to my dungeons.

There were times
wanting to cry out
end up chocking with no air.

The life time collection of words,
faced no exits for the escape route,
bottled up inside,
no where to hide,
packed in to every cells,
yet entwined in the vast space it seems.

My heart is full with
unseen,
unspoken words so old
almost lost it's meaning

To express
painstakingly sorrowful memories,
with out a pity

the beauties of nature
inscribed in the colorful stones,
with it's silenced histories.

All the known for the truth
from trials and tribulations
making sentences to deliver on to
next experiences.
residual sadness for many hurts,
disappointments swallowed
big lumps in the throat.

Its still there
all mixed in together
waiting to burst out
tiny crack if there is any.

To sing it in to the ears
who cares to listen,

To whisper the mistic realms
for some one to understand,

Desperately more to give,
instantaneously ready to release,
the deepest kind,
the motherly love,
needing to be recorded,
if not anything else.

As I regroup,
as I recoup what belongs to me
is my poetry.