Melissa Fry Beasley’s Poetry. My Roots. Today: Ask Once More
Ask once more
I will not say no
Now I am weak.
I have lived many lives &
Was young until this year
Filled with infinities and tragedies;
Hard hours where time endures.
Folded into blankets of memories
Where such strange things are rife.
You run just beneath my skin
Constant chipping of bone.
Departures more prominent than arrivals,
Because absence is persistent.
Despair has no wings,
Only inadequacies nothing penetrates.
The hated truth we come to accept at last.
Mind festers and reflects
Too much of what worries the edges.
You disappear like skipping stones.
Deserted delusion dragging
Stagnant waters slowly to the surface.
Immersing my body beneath the burning blue.
Rippling leaving nothing
But what the river washed away.
I whispered your name into shell after shell
Hoping they would hold my love
Until it found you ……
Drying slowly in the afternoon sand
Or lying in fields with pennies upon your eyes.
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