Poetry (for Adam Lambert) – Traces
July 30, 2011
By tepeswrr, re-posted here with the author’s permission
I feel your voice
like fingers on my face
each word traces a scar
The wounds are memory
but their ghosts torment
as I tremble, tongue of clay
and wish for rain
to hide in
Your words, your voice
your power
tear down my walls
again and again
and as I remember
moth-kiss touch
on twisted scars
of shame and terror
the weeping of the damned
is muted
to become only me
In the silence that is left
I feel your spirit
given freely
begin to teach mine
how to be free
~~~
© W.R.R. 7/29/2011
For Adam Lambert, “Outlaws of Love”
Visit Tepes’ Blog “As Ashes Scatter”, to follow this gifted writer’s journey and to touch the hand he extends to victims and survivors of childhood abuse.
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Tepes does it again! Beautiful. We have the moth, the scars, the rain….just really nice.
Very truly beautiful. I love the flow of it <3
Tepes, I applaud you. Juneau and Xena, appreciate the wonderful Iris Dement background. She bought a chicken paddle from us at a craft show for her mother. We were honored!