Poetry: In My Gladness
Where are all the thousand cuts?
who do they speak for now
what do they whisper
in the wind?
Where are all the haunting notes
which echoed endless so
as hot tears stained
the aging floor?
Where are all the lonely thoughts
which sat so long weeping
in furthest reaches
of my mind?
Where are all the piercing words
from stoic citadels of rage
upon whose ears
do they land?
Mine is not to wander aimless
reaching in fading mists
yet rather stay long
in my gladness.
Beautifully penned Rob, I love how you take note of each sentence with emotion and positivity.
Thank you very much for enjoying it. Was also the first time I paid Ttention to the continuity of the lines. Don’t know why though lol
It’s beautifully penned Rob.
Stay long in my gladness.
Oh yes. This is a positive piece no? Just wondering, cause I don’t want “her” to think it is not because it is meant to be a glorification of what we have, not the past.
Love the positivity , it’s a beautiful piece of art , she will be delighted