heartbreak's refrain

I had a home once,
somewhere
behind the moon
where pleasantries
are coated with truth.

I had wings once,
elegantly open upon
my shoulder blades
until I bid farewell
to the place
my spirit had
once lain.

I learned to fly
walking,
learned to skip
crawling;
rubbing the nubs,
the scars where the
feathers were,
the skin feels numb,
deadened nerves.

I had a song once,
beautiful, soft
melodies lilting like stars
twinkling harmonies,
words that reflected
the best parts of me.

I chose a cobbled street,
ancient sandals
on my toughened feet;
I carry tears in the palm
of my right hand,
and in my left the
aftermath of a
thousand wedding bands.

I changed my name
to Lesson,
because I am,
leaving after thoughts
of what Love tastes like.
Solitude sits silent
in the night time,
smelling vanilla images
drifting like mist.

I conceived a daughter,
crowned her Loss
the center of Memory,
she comes at a cost,
fabric of teardrops,
flowing skirts
to hide the spots
where the bruises hurt.

I had a life once,
where weeping was
non existent;
chose to leave it
traveling lifetimes
to where I am needed,
gazing wistfully
beyond the glow,
I wonder if my daughters
will ever know.

I never knew a feather,
could carry so much;
bent beneath boot heels,
gathering dust.
No strength to keep holding
those who fall short,
pulling the plugs
on their bleeding hearts.

I had a mother once,
she taught me
the blues,
she gave me torment,
so I could learn
to love you,
I usually know when
the process is working
maybe when its finished
my chest will
stops hurting.

I lit a candle
tonight in the darkness
I spoke with the
ghosts of the
cruel and the heartless;
I told them of
kindness, of compassion
and pain
I crooned in the sadness
of heartbreak's refrain.

I gave birth to a son,
we named him Forgiveness,
he erases deeds to
make way for
the newness;
He told me to
kiss you in
the places it hurts;
then bury my feet
in the healing earth.

I had a mystery once
blazon eyes,
I peered in the depths
and then
I cried.
Time has a way of
recording our sorrows,
molded into
music notes
we write songs
for tomorrow.

~vennie~
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