For a Weakened Warrior

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She stared at him with confidence

Too much for him to bear.

How strong you are!

Her words vibrated.

His troubled eyes could barely look up

The bruises on his back

Too heavy of a pain

To start all over again

What a burden.

You are powerful!

She gazed at him with honor.

For fear of yet another compliment

He turned his back away.

His feet heaved across the open door

Her hand a tight grip on his shoulder.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

Photo By Nicoletta, Model: Mikaella

Song: Under the Milky Way- The Church

Victory in my Name

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Who am I?

Free I am.

A parachute of liberation.

Eyes closed

Arms wide open

Shaky steps

I take my thumping heart with me

Into a destination of surprise.

What wings can I grow

If I succumb to the sincerity of stability?

What am I?

A wanderer I am.

With an endless appetite.

Path to path, I saunter,

Craving for the full in wonder.

On a hungry expedition

An explorer,

Keen to take every bite out of chance.

What cleverness will my eyes consume

If they are seduced by the slyness of starvation?

When am I?

Right.

For choosing

The roads I take.

I stare straight into the pupils of fear.

No blink of hesitation

Scares away my plight.

The victory that stands for my name

Gives me courage to carry on.

To walk with caution

Across the thin lines of obscurity.

What lessons of limitlessness will my mind digest

If I linger on the lack of living?

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

A Face of Matrimony

In my eyes, they see you.

Father.

Your splashing pigments and shape.

My curls bounce a memory of your strands.

The creases in my smiling eyes,

Yours mother.

Lucid flows of laughter bursting out of my mouth,

It is your giggles they hear.

Confusing others with the sound of your voice,

Tricking buds on the tip of my tongue.

Each and every part of my face,

A puzzle piece of your making.

They see each of you in me,

Yet, I see none of You.

What You were.

Who You were.

How You were.

In the lines of life,

Painting experience onto my expression

I do see apart of You.

Each crack, deepening the affection

Of skin and imperfection.

Blemishes distancing youth,

Two teenagers madly in love.

Innocence long drifted away.

Adolescent passion perfectly hidden,

In the fragments of my face.

Carvings of separation,

Deepened in roots of divorce.

The firmness of togetherness

Overlaid by each fractured break.

In each layered flaw,

Masked is the tight unity of us.

Us.

Two letters,

Symbols drawn by a magnetic pull.

Standing side by side,

Supporting each others character.

The empty spaces of a jigsaw I see,

The failure of finding a match.

Scattered missing pieces.

Eyes belonging to you;

Father they see.

Your laughter mother.

A faded matrimony of You that will forever be me.

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

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