Tables Turned

She's grown up and gone now. Written about an older figure in my life. Basically my big sister (:

Innocent little me,

Sitting with a smile upon my face,

Enjoying the care-free taste

Of young life.

I never knew what right words to say

To make your pain go away.

I spoke from my young heart;

Never being able to relate

To the monsters that dictated your thoughts.

You are more experienced;

Wiser than me.

Yet you trusted naive me

With your secrets.

Holding your hand,

We cried and cried.

Heads pressed together,

Embracing as I tried to console.

Exposed, torn a part me,

Sitting with tears streaming down my face,

Praying for an answer

To this life.

Have the tables turned?

Am I supposed to hold my own hand now?

What I used to say echos in my mind.

Where has that little care-free girl gone?

“Darling,” you whisper,

Moving my tangled hair to see my 

Wide, terrified eyes.

Wiping away my warm tears.

“She’s never left.”

Reviews

[Lina Grey]

This is just so beautiful. I've read a number of your poems now and I love your descriptive style. Every word you use is fully important and you piece them together with wonderful elegance. I love the relation in this from past to present and the emotions so heavily present in the whole thing. This is a topic I've wondered many times myself, but I've never managed to come to the conclusion which your friend (sister) has provided you with. You're both very lucky to have each other in your lives. Such wonderous ink! Thank you.

[Amber]

I'm speechless..thank you so much. This literally means so much to me. Thank you.

[Lina Grey]

you deserve it. I'm surprised no one else has reviewed it. oh and btw, when I say "I've read a number of your poems" I mean I've read all of them, so you should post more for me to enjoy. :)

[Amber]

You honestly are so kind. Thank you so much this means more to me than anything (: I'm glad you enjoy them!