Unravelled

You unravel me
layer by layer
until I am bare.
~
Vulnerable to your sentences
provoked by your thoughts.
~
The tiny bits of me
are searching
for your particles.
~
I have not discovered
the gem
that lies on the bottom
of my desert.
~
The words are never dry
but crisp as your shirt.
~
Duties pile up
as words
conquer them.
~
This voice is sorrowful
at nightfall.
~
Words are all we have
like a prized medal
to value
to inspire
to hurt.
~

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About Chrissy

I'm a Montreal, Greek-Canadian teacher & author. Sometimes I'm all of these, sometimes I'm none of these. Music is my life. Art is my life. Reading is my life. My children are my life. My husband is my life. I have self-published three books: Althia's Awakening, Althia's Calling and Althia's Journey along with Zaharoula Sarakinis; based on her life as a spiritualist. My manuscript was recently accepted by Muse it Up Publishing for Fall 2014; a paranormal romance with a love triangle. My wordpress blog explores some vampire romance, my recent obsession, and of course an abundance of poetry for the soul. Writing is a journey that never ends! View all posts by Chrissy

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