Three Words

Three Words

A Chapter by Constance
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A poem I wrote upon awakening, as usual thinking about a certain someone who is far away.

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In fits, and in starts, and in little tearful pieces, I...

I don't know how it began, or where.
Perhaps in your smile.

I can't say those sacred words to you.

I pour out my emotion, all but those
Three tender words that would break me
If you didn't say them back.

If you didn't say them back
I would be irreparable
Lost in the shards of
The starry broken dream of you.

So I write poems about how I need
Want, desire, need, cherish, adore
Without once using the word...
The word for the grandest of emotions
The word I've felt and shared before
And never received in kind.

I hold it back, because it makes no
Matter at all what I feel if you
Don't feel it too and how
How would I ever know?

I don't know how it feels to be
Someone's who, when, why and how
To be subject to the workings of a man's
Or even a mother's
Heart.

I am...

A moth with no wings
Desperate to fly into the beauty
That is the light
If only
To immolate myself.

A song-less Nightingale
Who has forgotten her tune
Out of sheer
Dependency on another voice
With whom to sing.

A victim of our circumstances
Until I can change them.

I

Cannot

Say

Those

Words

And lie here hoping and praying that you feel them anyway.



© 2008 Constance


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Wow! That was some potent Imagery!! I like how you kept implying that the speaking of those words would open a door. Many people think such powerful emotions are outside the realm of control. Truth is if love were anything but a simple choice then every parent would be perfect LOL!! But because it is a choice words take on an importance that can be hard to refute. Sometimes showing others how much you care can be just as difficult as telling them. whether by word or deed when we start to make that choice in our hearts It hurts when we do not see our desires reflected in the eyes of those to whom we've committed our hearts. In some ways this is a very difficult topic to tackle without becoming cliche`. I think you did a masterful job of keeping the imagery unique enough to escape that trap!! Bravo!!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Constance
Constance

A Small Town in, KS



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I write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..

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