I know you are waiting
In the weave
I know you are hiding
Never leave
I know you are whispering
A choice
I know your angelic
Demon’s voice

I know you are ancient
But a child
You slither like water
Something wild
I know you will promise
Pure relief
Laugh when you inspire
My belief

I know you are knowledge
Steeped in time
A vagabond poet
Lost in rhyme
I know you were once
A sometime friend
But now finer feelings
Just pretend

I know you’re a snake
Trapped behind
The woes of the heart
The wounded mind
I know you are broken
But I don’t care
I live for the day when
You’re not there

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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8 Responses to You

  1. Really like the breaks in the first stanza. 🙂

  2. The Rebel says:

    The poet in the heart
    The tortured soul
    Caught between the tears
    And the smiles
    Words that grow
    Out of burning fires
    Eating the heart
    Seeking solace
    Bent with pain
    Never in vain
    Bold and weak
    The poet speaks
    Trapped behind memories
    Free enough to speak

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  4. Saya says:

    lovely poem helen 🙂

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