He never saw her value,
the way the sun drew out
the gold in her hair and her heart,
until it was too late.
mining worth from the
crumbs he tossed at her feet,
she died to him slowly;
over years of neglect,
the arteries seeking sap
withered and found new source.
but grasps air –
she is falling,
ore he can no longer touch,
gem he can no longer claim
as his own.
Too often true. We don’t value what we have until it’s lost to us. In the meantime, the neglected one suffers until it’s emotionally too late.
Thank you for your insights, Lori. There are so many difficult situations people deal with – there is much to learn from each other, isn’t there?
Boy, this one Grabs you. Powerful, Melody.
Thank you…. I’m sure you have a little something to relate to on this one? 😦
You know the odd thing, Melody, is that I often exclude myself from “these stories”, simply because of my lack of longevity in the painful situation. But if the tragic results are the same, why should it matter that it was “only” 3 years (using my marriage as example)? Three years can be an eternity, eh?
There is no ‘only’ to that kind of pain, my friend – you did the time It still counts!
Thank you so very much–I needed to hear that today. The scars are deep, and I do a great job of dancing fast to avoid the memories. Bless your dear heart!
It is all to easy to compare our pain, and allow ours to not hold its head up to others – but it is still pain, and needs both to be acknowledged, and healed! I walk with you to freedom, Caddo!
Walking arm in arm with our sisters makes the whole “ordeal” so worth it–way fun! We are BLESSED!
Nice – but – a sad reality.
Sometimes the tough ones hurt a bit…
The bittersweet hidden in what once was only sweet. Crap, I think I’ll use that!
🙂 I’ve had poems come out of comments, so I guess I could allow for that happening to you on my watch! 🙂
Phew, thanks! I did like the angst in this one. I love writing that draws from places too deep that are a little scary but which carve out the soul with the back-hoe of words well written. Crap, I think I’ll use that!
I was just thinking that as I read, as well – quick! Jot it down before it runs away! 🙂
I love how your poems are lessons . . how you see more in the nature around you than just plants and leaves and rocks. 🙂 Oh so good, Melody! Write on!
Thank you Debbie! God has lessons hidden everywhere – the great colossal Treasure Hunt to find them is on! 🙂
Sad and true, if one doesn´t care for its own worth.
You’ve captured the whole of an unfulfilled married life in this short piece.
It makes me sad even reading it – but seems to be so true for so many…