Look Away

Look Away

A Poem by Barbara Borel

I caught your glance. It pierced into the windows of my soul.
You saw me. The real me... raw and naked and you didn't look away.
For all the good in me and all the horrific in me. You did not look away.
You became enthralled. You and I played like children in the Wonderland called my soul...and you did not look away.
Now it is so, that you are mine. What is left of my withered heart and all of my soul. With sprinkles of sweet kisses and long embraces you made me a queen.... and then when the tears made a river of sorrow... your eyes fell out.... and you looked away.

© 2017 Barbara Borel


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I get the feeling from this that the person who didn't look away never really knew pain like the speaker. Then when they either took some of the pain on, from the speaker or they experienced some personal tragedy they couldn't handle it.
Enigmatic write Barbara Borel.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Tony Jordan

7 Years Ago

I love that - it's like automatic writing. Do you look back and think...oh my! that must be about th.. read more
Barbara Borel

7 Years Ago

Sometimes. But sometimes it's it's own story. No point or plot just words
Barbara Borel

7 Years Ago

Sometimes. But sometimes it's it's own story. No point or plot just words
Well said ..Ouch but you knew that already, you embraced love and friendship as ownership . Stripping yourself of Independence and confidence leaving your soul vulnerable. Love yourself first then you stand tall and strong and content to be alone , alive and amazed

Posted 7 Years Ago


Barbara Borel

7 Years Ago

Thanks Donna yes ain't nobody that can bring me to my knees✊💟😚
DONNA WEBBER

7 Years Ago

Listen to your heart pick yourself up believe you have a purpose and offer your experience as hope t.. read more
Barbara Borel

7 Years Ago

Thank you 💟

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Added on January 28, 2017
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Barbara Borel
Barbara Borel

Metairie , LA



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Born and raised in New Orleans. Use words as a way of expressing myself. I dont write for an audience or to get praise or please anyone. Writing is therapy. In my eyes expressing words in paper... th.. more..

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