Finding Middle Ground
In the midst of pain;
confrontation,
shackles of sorrow
fail to concede fault.
This malingerer in grief
weeps for consolation.
With his denial
she denies solace to him
They won't join forces
in the wake of misery,
comforting each other
to find inner peace.
The death of her child,
the loss of his lover,
has set one as a boxer,
the other a dove.
Pent up anger
sends her to rage,
he quashes emotions,
won't forfeit his ways.
Respecting his feelings
she backs down,
then flares to resentment
against the fury he hides.
Pacing the floors
as the world will not cease.
Not his job to pacify her,
his heart's living a blur.
Emotional trauma
pushed to overdrive,
stop forcing the issue,
her child, his love,
didn't survive.
To reach middle ground ,
can't pierce wounds daily,
they need to share loss
once in awhile.
Realizing hearts
barely mended,
permanent scars
need to shrink;
THEY WILL TRY.
sjo/jazz © 2013-rewritten 3/28/2015
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Heartache of the Worst Kind
No reason to cry
the heart gives in,
winter turns to spring,
a slow ache says
naught will be true now.
Figuring what's wrong
five months have passed,
not just a twinge
that will pass away
when your voice
leaves my mind, heart.
Moving forward
don't force that.
The rain in my soul
is pouring hard
unable to imagine
the future without you.
Lost is a world filled
of inescapable delight.
Life goes on as my will
pushes me forth.
No reason to cry,
the heart gives in.
Perhaps a walk
in the moonlight will
clear my memories of you,
you'd have to remove my heart.
sjo/jazz 6/4/2011
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THE SECRET- rewritten 7/25/2014
She told him not to love her;
he said it was to late.
She told him just to walk away;
it was time to close the gate.
Each day his heart more broken,
he'd be haunted, she was torn.
She warned him not to love her,
for nothing could be born.
She'd answer every call from him,
knowing she'd be weak.
Asking him to come to her,
would send him to his brink.
He wanted just to hold her ,
she feared to tell him go.
Could she walk away, break his heart,
leaving sad confusion to sow?
Why could she never tell him;
her heart was his she tried?
She'd lie in bed weeping,
explanations? there was her sigh.
Loving him with a full heart,
she didn't want to lie.
Yet if she let him love her,
he would have to watch her die?
sjo/jazz © 2012
based on a true story.The Secret
He left her; it almost destroyed him. He should have been told.
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