Poem republished

I wrote this poem first over a year ago about a girl that I was working with at the home. She left shortly after I wrote this poem, and I didn't hear from her until she found me on the internet about two months ago, we have since then been back in touch and I have seen her regularly, she is doing much better. Here is a look at the poem and a way to end of a happy note.


The cloud passes over

By, Meghan Vooris
It was first the eyes
that drew me to her
depths unknown to me
there are waves in there
thoughts darker than night
she'll tell me to go
when she cries for me to stay
abandoned. alone. full.
stronger, harder, tougher
It's not the emptiness
that carries her
it's the longing to be full again

Once left over and over
the pattern has been set
repeating without sympathy
without giving in
a deeper cut
when she sees the blood
the wounds make sense
how can I hurt
without bleeding
the warmth spills over
spills from her veins
how do we apply pressure
to a wound you can not see
my words echo in silence
her smile resides within me
a scream escapes my lips
needs I cannot fulfill
our eyes hold one moment longer
until the cloud passes over

-For Rosemary

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