Dust

I’ve watched you from the very beginning —

Your heart

Like an infertile, but miraculous land,

Grows fruits of gold and silver

.
.
.

What can I do with lies that burn like

The sun?

When the night itself veils

Our sight,

We run to hide

.

From the land where we cannot grow truth,

We get gold and silver

.

You’ve built your own kingdom,

But you would never satisfy the hunger

.

My eyes now are too tired to see the colors of your

Lies, and my body aches

For reality

.

I’m just a miserable woman to the king,

But my heart is a garden.

My feet are heavy — I slowly raise dust while I leave

Your little kingdom

.

ML

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2 thoughts on “Dust

  1. Lovely. I particularly like the line where you say your heart is a garden. I’ve been working in mine. I put my heart into it. It gives me back more than the men in my life have… :)

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    1. Thank you, Kathy. (:
      I love when you comment. You always have great insights, haha.

      I’ve been working on mine, too. Although I have a garden, it’s hard to keep the flowers alive.

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