Poetic Journey in Personal Discovery

Pain’s Losing Power…

Pain cuts deep.
Past the surface.
Through bone and flesh.
What happens next…
—-
The lies I once believed,
The whispers in my ears.
The fear born deep within,
Accepting as truth, what I would hear.

Following the insidious leadings,
Into the realm of self destruction.
Smothered by a heavy darkness,
To which I’d helplessly succumb.

Now that power has faded.
Lies replaced with God’s truth.
Fear is buffered within me,
By a shield of faith I lift and use.

I can resist the temptation, when hurt,
Which once locked me in chains.
Tonight I did not drink or use,
Only God could make that change…

©E.D. Allee
October, 2014

Photo taken on one of my desert adventures. It struck such a strong symbolic chord with me. Too perfect to not photograph and write on. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.

Photo: My collection. NV

Photo: My collection. NV

A heart separated,
Broken preceding.
Breaking still,
But beating.
——-
Independent at last,
Finally free.
With wounds and scars
Easily seen.
——-
Standing alone,
Yet afraid to leave forever.
Close it remains,
Unable to sever.
——-
Pain and loss.
Time and decay.
Eventually,
Ripped the heart away.
——-
Fallen from the largest part,
No longer whole.
Longing to be reunited,
But God’s taken their soul.
——-
An island of love,
Once flourishing.
In an instant shattered,
The heart will keep beating…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Within Her Four Walls…

Drowning within her four walls,
Soaked in self made torment.
Submerged in agony,
Little fight left.

Returning to the dark places,
Her mind draws her to.
Surrendering in error,
To the things she once knew.

Perhaps her hurt will all drift away,
Upon gentle waves of continuity.
Perhaps her eyes will open,
And this will have been, but a dream.

Or maybe she’ll drown,
Within her four walls.
Eyes closed forever,
In her slow, steady fall…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

At the Hampton,
Note, no S at the end.
An elderly couple sat,
Self-made waffles and conversation.

The man expressed discomfort,
Seated below a vent and cold.
His wife’s sympathetic ears heard,
And her quick response was pure gold.

She suggested her long, feminine scarf to tie about his neck.
“It’ll take the chill away, you better believe.”
He paused for only a second,
Before he gladly agreed.

Many other guests
In the Hampton without the S,
Were busily bustling.
And he, the chilled man sat warmly dressed,
In his wife’s long, feminine, scarf,
His wife fashionably tied.
Eating with plastic fork and knife,
No concern over onlooking eyes.
A beautiful freedom, laying pride aside!

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

A Delicate Rustle…

My collection. Zion National Park 2014

My collection. Zion National Park 2014

Wind’s loving caress.
Aspen gold sifts breeze to song,
Whispered lullaby…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

So Many Words!

So many words,
In my head.
Not all of which,
Should be said…

So many words!
So many words!
In my head!
In my head!
Spilling onto screen and page.
Racing from my mouth in haste.

So many words!
So many words!
In my head!
In my head!
Disarming their own functionality,
As they exist superfluously.

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Perpetual Autumn…

Autumn brilliance,

Permanently draped

Upon transitory stone.

Patterned perfection.

Auburn kissed,

And crimson-gold.

No leaves to fret,

Shifting grounds.

No rustling heard in the wind.

Making bare, expectations.

Majestic fall defiance.

Autumn arrayed for all seasons.

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

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