Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Waiting

by Cheryl Merrick

Seeing you huddling
    behind your wall,
I toss over notes of love,
offering you the love 
    you were unable to give to me;
Til, sorrowfully,
I must finally accept
that you are unable to feel my heart;
to either give or receive love.

Turning you over to 
    the healer of all wounds,
I say goodbye, for now,
    not to you, but only to your abuse,
until the time when your heart
    is freed from its prison
    and the waiting can at last be over.

written September 2019

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