Wait

When your limbs restlessness becomes synonymous with you
When your reasoning becomes a Phoenix,that  falls in love with its ashes
When your heart leaps where you cannot catch it
When the eyes melts the distances and looks beyond what is there
When you think the unthinkable and start building yourself around it
When you become unbearable for your own self
When the time stops and you start passing by
A good wait is when you loose sight of why were you waiting, your hearts leaps die into the uncomfortable twists inside you, your limbs give way, you see with unseeing eyes,  your soul stops speaking, drenching itself into numbness
........you make everything wait, to wait for the time to tick again for you...

Dedicated to (self) pity

When it reduces itself to nothingness...

When people are not able to see it in broad daylight

When its own soul walks all over it

When it gets placed not as a lamp stand next to the door, but as a mat outside the door

When the dust that is shooed out of the house, refuses to touch it

When the noise inside comes out with an intensity that deafens every possibility of life within it, but people dont hear it, for them its like the irritating squeals of the mice when the darkness dawns

When the eyes see and disgust at its own image, and it becomes those blurred lines in the memory

When these blurred lines get cobwebs, and entangle everything that comes its way

When it reduces itself to an object,  looses what all it has and dissolves in something so sublime as each prayer in a heartbeat around it beats a rhythm .... wish it was not there...

When the reason for what it was.... wishes with all intensity.... wish it was not there...

......and then it shrouds its evil eyes, scheming breath ....its treacherous soul in the blanket of night and disappears in the land where red, green all appear the same

After a While

After A While

©1971 Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn

the subtle difference between

holding a hand and chaining a soul

and you learn

that love doesn't mean leaning

and company doesn't always mean security.

And you begin to learn

that kisses aren't contracts

and presents aren't promises

and you begin to accept your defeats

with your head up and your eyes ahead

with the grace of woman,

not the grief of a child

and you learn

to build all your roads on today

because tomorrow's ground is

too uncertain for plans

and futures have a way of falling down

in mid-flight.

After a while you learn

that even sunshine burns

if you get too much

so you plant your own garden

and decorate your own soul

instead of waiting for someone

to bring you flowers.

And you learn that you really can endure

you really are strong

you really do have worth

and you learn

and you learn

with every goodbye, you learn...