While the World Waits to Rebuild My PainA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormI will then write with naked eyes words that tell shattered glass to be silentHypnotic air looks at my heart while the world waits to rebuild the pain of old wounds by turning back and twisting words. Still, I offer up heaven as I write inside a web of remembrance where a fire burns in the darkness of everything I ever said that was not heard. Overnight the feelings of innocence tremble on my shoulders but the night still asks me where you are when I look out the window. I began to wonder if I spelled out storm inside my web to create a field capable of keeping this smile on my face sweet....... and oh so slow. One day I will walk to a place I know where there are rooms where I can escape from the world waiting to rebuild my pain. I will then write with naked eyes words that tell shattered glass to be silent while hypnotic air becomes a gateway for my smile's refrain. © 2012 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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