Left to Our Own Hands

We sought the faces of solitude
 when the choice to battle
 became our fate
until we became weary
 of its demands.
 Our blood passed away into
 the understanding of the guardians,
 who never left us alone
 to our own hands.

Shadows swept into our borders,
 holding a thousand
 lonely caresses,
confessing patience and forgiveness
 as regrets that stood alone.
 Still, our hands sifted
 through the golden sand
crying for the ocean
we call home.

The sound of breaking hearts
was heard in the wind,
creating rivers of blame to fill with tears.
  Until a door was shut on daybreak
 creating a sigh to glide
throughout the sweetness
that touched
upon our years.

Once again, we seek the faces of solitude
 as chaos climbs the steps
 of our tear-filled lands.
 I wonder
 if our blood will continue
 to pass away into understanding,
 if we are left
to our own hands?

Author's Note

Image : la_rosa_perlata_by_rosasinmas-d3byz07

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is so vibrantly stunning... the words seem to breathe out stirring shadows and that dance in the darkness. Here one senses the desperation of humanity... clinging and longing and bringing about a river of hopelessness. May we learn to listen to the voices of peace in solitude and turn the tide.

[Plagued Monumentally]

Wow....this was really powerful.

[fargone]

as beautiful as ever, obviously. there is an underlying unease which is less usual in ur work. it loses nothing for that, however. very very good, dear neva x

[Lily Mae]

Patience and understanding in any situation is key....until is costs us to much of who we are...or if it cost's us our true dream.. You always get my mind rolling.. :) xx