Skylark Poetry

 In Limbo I am holding my breath... waiting for the right moment to breathe again. My eyes are closed, my head is spinning. I am shrouded in a fog that I cannot see through. I am wading through an unknown and there are moments I feel alone. I wonder who I can turn to.. I wonder if I should turn to anyone. I am holding my breath and I am suffocating... 13.08.23/17.04

Her heart so fragile, made of broken of glass. A mosaic from the past. It bleeds every day, with every beat and every breathe the love inside is less and less. People say it is a beautiful. People say it brings light. Yet no one, yes, no one, sees her plight. What is she to do, When she longs for is a love so true? A love that would bring a chalice to catch that which emanates from her heart of glass. Her heart so fragile, made of broken glass. Her mosaic heart. Isla Skylark 22.4.2023 19:06