Why is it so much easier to write about sadness and love? I’m perfectly happy in my marriage.
Maybe it’s because I can imagine what it might be like to lose what I have?
Or have I felt these things before, but didn’t recognize them?
Ah, love. So mysterious!
Four walls and a door
that’s always closed
Traps suffocating air
that’s gray and blue
A cold, lonely bed
of wishes and tears
Portraits which whisper
A room that collects
2 thoughts on “Just A Collection”
maybe it’s easier to write about our fears?? Doesn’t seem right, but I have trouble with it too sometimes. But still, I really like this one — even if it is sadder.
Thanks. I don’t ever wish this on anybody in real life. But I would be fooling myself if I said there aren’t people out there who are living like this right now. All we can do is pray for them. 😦