Dwindle

Emptiness wraps its arms around me again. Like tendrils slowly tightening their grasp. I remember this feeling all too well. The child inside me, too weak to struggle, buried beneath burdens now. The woman I am, withers in slow motion. Indifference seeps in. I go numb. You ask me what is wrong, and all I

You

I can’t understand it. I can’t comprehend. How a love so deep spawned so quickly from friends. Just a small spark, ignites a fire; That makes you think up all these dreams and desires. It wraps you in tightly, without regard Of whom you’re attached to, no matter how far. It tells you that love

Once Upon A Time

I sat in my car that gray stricken day and watched drops of water speckle the windshield then collect into tiny puddles. They slid down the glass, like shooting stars, gathering their friends along the way. My mind unable to shake our earlier conversation. “I want a divorce; I don’t love you the way I

A Prayer

I come to petition you in this, what seems our darkest hours for some years now.  Though I know others struggle equally or more than even I and that greater troubles are still on our horizon. I feel thin and shallow like not enough breath to fill ones lungs, and I wait. A longing ache

Sunlight

Sunlight streams in signaling the beginning of a new day. Every day is the same You are everything to me and I bound myself to you I made the links myself, locked the locks, and threw away the key I wanted freedom, but chose chains Naively bound by doing what is “right” My heart screams,

Joy

© 2020 CMBClary Longing to feel joy again Does sorrow ever take a rest? Control emotions with behest. Breathe the air, with weightless chest. To feel again even in brief No more tears of pain and grief. No tangled rage and disbelief.  Or shattered remnants, just relief I long to one day smile again. Does

Cold Winter Day

©2017 C. Clary When winter dew kisses the earth, My fatigued soul will long for mirth. Frigid reminder of what could have been. A constant pain from deep within. My body aching, searching for yours. To touch would be the cause of wars. To kiss those silken lips so sweet. To love you with unbridled

The End

It’s over now. I ripped you from my life. You were woven in so tightly for so long. I didn’t think I could hold it together without you there. I didn’t think I’d survive it. I miss you at times. We were best friends. I thought by some miracle we still would be, But I

Near

I felt you here today. I didn’t see you. We didn’t speak. But I knew you were near. -Clary

Etchings

Photograph©2015 B. Clary All of your things are gone now. My mind rummages through fading memories, trying to find one bright enough to cling to. The wisdom you’d freely given in my youth reduced to worn etchings on my bitter heart, relics of a time I had squandered it. Dreams of you are few and

Imprisoned Mind

Composition comes in the still of the night. The silence beckons to my thoughts and all its trappings. A clear mind working without interruption, I bask in pure solitude, and revel in self contemplation. Welcoming the crisp nothing that surrounds me, I can finally breathe. No longer suffocating, words flow freely No longer bound, they

Written Word

Words seem to scurry from crowded corners of my mind. From there, to pen, to paper, tearing their way outside. Scribbling themselves in harmony, across an empty page. Showing no discrimination, no matter creed, gender, or age. Telling tales of wars long past, present tales of love denied. Emanating with emotions, all humanity is assigned.