Dressed in SadnessA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormMy secret thoughts reside in the backyard of my existence where darkness cries out in shivers clear to my bones.My secret thoughts reside in the backyard of my existence where darkness cries out in shivers clear to my bones. I wake up to find them packed neatly on shelves in my mind and wish I could just crawl away, be left alone.
They come from my emotions, dressed in sadness with no intention of ever comforting what they transform. There are days when they make a decision to rearrange the places I stand until I am left without hope, forlorn.
My secret thoughts are the lyrics of my being which bid my heart to walk on a white canvas of the purest snow. Oh the damage that could be done if I spoke them aloud, my true feelings revealed with these eyes full of woe.
I cannot bend or I'll break so I hide on these shelves in my mind, packed neatly away from all that challenges my tree of life, such as falling leaves. My secret thoughts control how my tongue refrains from speech, So my true feelings, you will..... never see. © 2013 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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