![]() LettersA Poem by Leanne Conway
I know writing letters to a person unable to read them
Seems a little odd to everyone, even me But yet I say the things that I'm writing And it's just doesn't sound right to hear them out loud But when I read them on a piece of paper In blank ink pen where there is no eraser My heart skips a beat and I feel alive It lets me know that it'll always be there My life is quite broken The chains the hold my world together Seem to be rusting away My walls that I put up to keep safe They're cracking in places I can't reach I'm standing on a stepping stool Watching it all crash down around me Waves of emotions I ran from for years Are drowning me Every time I close my eyes I go back to a day in my life I'll never forget That day I learned that nothing lasts forever I listened my brothers cry for the first time They weren't crying out of fear They were crying out anger and sadness As I sat there and looked at the tv screen I saw a picture that I wish I never saw It was me and my father on a train in Busch gardens That picture was next to words "Man murdered in Jessup, MD" I sit in my lawn chair outside everyday I talk to a man in the clouds I know that he can't respond to me But I know that he can hear me I know that he can see me I know that if he could he would hug me The man in the clouds that I talk to everyday Is a man that I call father still to this day He might have died nine years ago But his memory lives on through me and family So as I sit down to write this letter To a man who won't be able to read it I'll just fold it up and place on his grave In hope that someone does And that they'll pass on this note "No matter where that person might be, Spoken words to them might not be enough, So grab a pen and a few sheets of paper Date it and sign it so everyone knows That you have hope that it will read someday" © 2014 Leanne Conway |
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