(A lone voice whispers)
I'm under no legal or spiritual authority
To make any sense to you
For I now choose to just write evocative poetry like this one
Right out of the blue
To help disassemble any strands of an old irreplaceable love that I once knew
My contemporary words will help me build
A new soul rousing empire rising from the moist grey metaphorical ashes
Of all those depressing wet tears I once cried
When you left me standing still at that quiet railway station in Branton Peake
With a soft kiss on my right cheek and murmured a cheap goodbye
A subtle sign of foreshadowing as our love soon after died
I may lose everything inside but like a strong sturdy autumn tree
Which loses its green leaves every year blowing in harsh Autumn winds
I'll still stand tall and wait for better days to come
A new day where I can stop shedding a sad tear
A testimony to a unique state of mind where freedom freely sings
You see inner power isn't about how much you can handle before you break
When love walks out and leaves your heart swollen and frozen in its wake
It's about how you sustain and govern that pain but still manage to grow
After you've been so beautifully and skilfully turned out
And been the star of an incredible soap opera or popular tv show
Opened up so seductively on everyone's big screens
Only to then be insidiously broken
As you foolishly accept some more tainted red tokens
Whilst standing in the shade of the Babylonian Weeping Willow
As you wear your heart on your sleeve and cry into your pillow
Whilst going through all of life's tragic emotional commotions
But soon you'll see
I'll be free and courageous enough
To step out of the shade of your Babylonian Weeping Willow tree
And embrace the world with a new worldview
One where I'm not just another damned love-struck blinded devotee
Totally obsessed by you
Copyright John Duffy
A theme recounted down through the ages.
Does heartbreak cause the soul to change every time it happens?
To become stronger and wiser?
A great few questions for another piece. Salute.
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