3 Line Tales – Week Forty-Three

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Photo credit: Sandis Helvigs via Unsplash

Although she wore a black rain jacket, she doesn’t fade into nature’s back drop of life.

Her face isn’t completely hidden. A single leaf will not shield her from challenges.

She thinks she stands alone but there are others standing in the very same place.

The Dance of Despair

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I sit here with a heavy heart.

What do I do? How do I release?

The burden within  is raging inside.

How do I express the pain I carry.

How do I rid myself from this anguish?

How do I release the demons which torment my soul?

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I need thee to release me from my place of despair,

I need thee.

I need thee to heal my wounded soul,

I need thee.

I need thee to lift me from this weary pit,

I need thee.

I need your comfort and strength,

I need thee.

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To deliver me,

I’ll do a swan dance.

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I’ll do the dance of saving grace.

I’ll lift my hands in praise.

I’ll lift my hands to thee.

I’ll do the dance of despair.

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`Yvonne L.

 

 

 

 

 

Babies Cry

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Can you hear your babies cry, your babies cry?

Can you hear your babies cry? Your babies crying for you.

Why don’t you talk to them, talk to them?

Why don’t you talk to them? Instead of you talking to them,

your baby spits out words.

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They need you to rescue them, rescue them.

They need you to rescue them from Mp3, Nintendos, and Wiis.

You left these devices to watch over them. Watch over them,

now you no longer hear their cry-

because they no longer talk to you-

they choose to text instead.

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Now, you never see your babies tears- they’re lost in cyberspace.

In the distance is their stares, you barely see their eyes.

Still, sons and daughters need your comfort

instead of holding blankets of hate.

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Oh yes, your babies cry.

They cry at tattoo parlors-

there they express themselves.

Oh yes, your babies cry.

They’re crying in their neighborhoods.

Some even join new families,

although their families are sometimes gangs.

All because they’re crying out for love from you –

but, you no longer recognize their cry?

 

`Yvonne L.

The Return of Promise

The Return of Promise
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WHERE DID YOU COME FROM? 

HOW DID YOU GET IN?

DID SOMEONE GAVE YOU THE KEY?

HOW DID YOU FIND YOUR WAY?

ARE YOU HERE TO ROB?

INTEND TO CAUSE HARM? –

WASN’T IT ENOUGH TO CAUSE HEART BROKE?

OR, IS IT YOU DON’T CARE?

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IS THIS THE RETURN OF HEARTACHES-

FROM THE ARROWS THROWN BY YOU?

DO YOU TAKE PLEASURE SEEING THE HEART PIERCED OPEN-

WHILE YOU WATCH IT SWALLOWED BY SORROW?

THESE MOMENTS I REMEMBER WELL –

RESURRECTED MEMORIES I WISHED WERE DEAD.`

 

IS THIS A DREAM AMONG MANY?

WILL EYES OPENED MAKE YOU AT EASE TO LEAVE AGAIN?

IS THIS MANIFESTATION OF MEMORIES ONCE CHERISHED –

THE RETURN OF PLEASURE AND BLISS SHARED?

OR IS THIS TORMENT, AND PAIN I DREAD-

THE RETURN OF PROMISES CRUSHED LIKE COLD ICE?

 

IF THIS IS A DREAM, PLEASE DON’T WAKE ME.

BUT, IF I SHOULD AWAKEN,LET THIS BE THE PROMISES

YOU FAILED TO KEEP.

SO, STATE YOUR CLAIM, SPEAK TO ME.`

TIME WILL REVEAL IF THESE ARE THE THINGS I FEAR

OR  IF THESE ARE THINGS I HOLD DEAR.

ITS BEEN AWHILE,

MUCH TOO LONG.

HELLO LOVE

COME IN

ARE YOU

HERE TO STAY?

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