Words in the Drawer

For so very, very long,

You were all I breathed

Each dream of life we shared

Became the words that I believed.

You wove them through my being

Like an ivy in the spring

With wrapping, climbing hope-

Entwining me with green.

Yet with one defining stroke,

You’ve now silenced every word

You took them from my soul,

Now nothing can be heard.

For every word you summoned

Now lies trampled on the floor

And the heaps of broken dreams

Are now words in the drawer…

Sharon Frye

©2011