Posts tagged ‘Insecurity’

September 9, 2013

Prying Truths

by Teatart

Is the sky not sapphire for me
as it is for you?
But still – you see more.
“Behold” you command
but foolishly I see not.
I grasp …
but it is only air I touch,
flailing for balance
yet still unbalanced.
Is that not loss I saw
within the realms of your sight?
Proof?
Proof enough of thought?
My armour is weak
to you only do I give
yet I know not if you want me.
Do you see me as only a child
that is weak and ignorant?
Do you chortle behind sheltered panes
at my naivety and gullibility?
I know not.
It is only my inner soul
on a platter of polished silver
that I bare now.
Do you want me?
Weepingly – I know not.

~ Sherrie Dyer

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August 7, 2013

Shadowland

by Teatart

In the silence that encumbers my heart
I see only your face
In the darkness that shadows my nights
I feel only your presence
But ‘tis distanced
Galaxies bearing the awayness of touch
Do you feel my thoughts?
Which ‘tis only of you –
Longing for your return, longing forth to you
Yet still I bleed
For it is my insecurities
That binds this book loosely.
Is it I that you burn for?
Banish these questions!
They haveth not place
But weak is he who ponders forth,
Thus salted is me
For ‘tween flame and ash I wonder
Driving my soul into that of frenzy
Banish these thoughts!
I haveth not time
I pray to you, highest Lord
Deliver him safely to the bosom of my love.

~ Sherrie Dyer

March 20, 2013

Dear Lover

by Teatart

To my lover and mate
I pray you understand
the circumstances to which are my fate
I fear the ridiculer himself
for he cares nought of others
and solely of self
I fear the words of which
shall be spoken
but cannot halt the image
which tis not my token
I hide beneath acceptance
and hope that the ocean wave
will pass me by …
but ere comes the tide
and creep back it shall go
leaving nothing but sand –
sand and shells
shells and sand
staring eyes and outstretched hand
Strength is my pillar of salt
but tis this not my cup of flaw?
I live not for dare
but tis trouble that cares
for he shall seek out my softness and
my standing with a curved point pry
Tis Sheol that shall the door unlock
for in death is everything free!
This, Dear Lover,
shall my fate be.

~ Sherrie Dyer