Echoing

Echoing
A self cleansing moment

Finding nothing of myself easily
as memories echo against glazed windows.
Hot desires of love arch inside my mind
quickly bending the concise lines
formed between memory and life as lived.

The sea breeze calls to soothe my pain
as I think back longingly of lives lived.
Now watching the waves glaze the shore line
Walking along the cold wet sand
trying to wash away the footprints of time
the memories of love and laughter.

A sunny day shaded by this gloom of mine
as a gull flies over head calling to others.
His cry is sweet music in the silence.
Now stepping over the empty shell of a crab
relating and realizing the emptiness
a shell of a woman stands here washed up.

The storms of my mind, I now set free!
As angry waves crash against the shore
my footsteps fill with salty tears.
The empty soul inside my reflection cries out
echoing the memories of lives,
loves and stories of a woman
tired of trying...
...tired of crying.

*~*~Shelly Huntsman~*~*