Write_Stuff_Poetry

What happens to people when they lose half of themselves Do they realize that they cannot live with so much loss? In 52 years I have never known such love I lay here numb, wishing, praying, trying to be grateful to God for answering my wish of thirty years You DID hear my prayers And within one and a half years, you gave him a chance to love me back and got to share memories that belong only to our hearts and our souls~together from now until eternity In your arms....that is where I would choose~ your comforting arms that never let go I know I learned about being real...I won't forget the shoulder that let me rest...that holds my secrets as sacred, as I hold your secrets in my heart....I will hold them gently, sweetly, privately I saw what you hid so well all these years....I saw through into a loving soul And I know you knew how deep my love went You knew it never died- I could tell now that it was forever- for eternity... there will never be time that I will spend wit

I know you thought in your empty words that you could destroy me or anyone Who got in your way As you work your way up and uIn your social staus Your domain of traitors Waiting for the next chance to defeat one another There is no loyalty But I still believe that the further you climb the harder you fall And I will watch, helplessly Because I don't know how to help people like you. ~Vickie Skowronski June2010

in all my days I was sure I had been betrayed by people who break promises, or repeat secrets shared but those were "young" betrayals, and somehow we survive those hurts we move on but the years change the way the betrayals do affect us they can make us as hard as stone or they can shatter the brittleness on the floor in a billion piece where there is no chance of healing........ever.......... ~v

one day i will write my last word without warning you can read them if you wish because they might be about you and the bond we once had that i decided i would never let go of that last word

The raw, repetative screech following me every morning........... To a place that I could hide and laugh where young men mimicked the raw, repetative screech following me ~v