Wednesday, October 7, 2009


His mind is captivated by thoughts unknown to me
Secrets I can't unlock... I don't have the keys
I'd like to enter, but he stops me at the door
He's evasive, giving clues but not full details anymore

Sharing only so much, but it’s simply not enough
He wavers, strays away; losing himself through it all
He's like a storm brewing in the middle of the sea
I'd like to save him from that storm; I'd like to set him free

If it were up to me, I'd pick up the fallen pieces
I’d heal his wounds, glue his heart, and put him back together
But the best I can do is carry him when he falls
Step by step, holding his hand, bringing him to my shelter

I’ll continue to chip away at the wall his heart has built
Brick by brick, stone by stone… I’ll use a rope to climb over
I'll find a way to get to him, through a window if I have to
I’ll dig deep, claw away and find his hidden treasure

That day will come when he is no longer captivated
By his thoughts nor his pain; by the storms nor bad weather
Once again he will be mine, to share our life together
And the past he left behind, he soon will not remember

copyright © 2008 by Ellie Kings


Susan R. Mills said...

I love reading your poetry. It's beautiful.

~Ellie Kings~ said...

Thanks Susan, your thoughts always motivate me to continue my blog.