by Violet Scott

Created on: December 18, 2008

Letters To Jeremy

Wrapped up in bind, concealed in books,

Words of language no one could understand , because they are mine, only mine,

and only that in you

which is me

can hear what I am saying, can comprehend my words

they are the words I always needed to hear

Dreaded to hear

Was so frightened I would someday listen to them uttered from his lips,

or mine

So I wrote them and they are pain in language; they are my soul exposed

they are anger burnt into paper; they are

love explained and they are

so much to me

They are my letters to Jeremy.

I keep all the pages hidden in the dark

I don't look at them don't want to remember

the cracks in my soul where the light poured out

For a fleeting moment

Before I made a salve out of idiom and phrase

Philosophy and lonely days; the recipe for awakening

The recipe for preservation of self

Words, upon pages, writings that represent it all

Prose built of heartache, to bid it all goodbye, to rid it from my soul

Verse upon verse that tear at the mind,

They are every unfiltered thought; every rhapsody of emotion;

every empty space in time

They are every silence in the dark that should have been filled with

words

They are my letters to Jeremy.

A shattered heart beckons words to appear

In shape or form of any

Given language or medium

And my untwisting soul begs to let go to let out

To grant forgiveness through these words

That pour forth in whispers and shouts, they are quotes and phrases,

they are poem

And song

they are conversations on the phone

and with the self,

They are my letters to Jeremy.

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