![]() While the World Waits to Rebuild My PainA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm![]() I will then write with naked eyes words that tell shattered glass to be silent![]() ![]() Hypnotic 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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