Dear diary — From a quiet heart that listened to yours. poem

 

A Letter of the Heart

Your soul lingers somewhere I cannot reach.

It is a pain I cannot comprehend.

The turmoil and the suffering I went through

 are beyond what the heart dare utter

Yet I still love you, even through the pain.

And still I remain here,

trying to confess and amend

my ways,

so you might be here.

Sometimes my soul grows very tired

and refuses to remain

in this endless pain

that seems it will never end.

Here I sit beside the little corner of my lonely couch,

thinking of you and me.

Aye, thou and I.

Loving one another as we once dreamed…

yet it feels like a fairy-tale contest

between hope and truth.

Still, I must admit,

I think of thee every day.

Every minute feels

as though I were reaching for thee

nigh unto my heart.

I wish I could reach you from the sky

and tell you how deeply it hurts inside.

For it is thee who gives birth unto my tears.

And all I do with such soft and gentle faith, and tender heart,

thou sayest I trouble thy head until it aches.

Your soul lingers somewhere in space,

leaving me only

a presence of absence…

your absence.

I lay my princess head

upon my beloved pillow,

crying as though I were

a willow tree growing from within.

The more I try to reach the other end,

the taller and farther

that end doth grow.

I would have my wounds

find healing within thy soul.

I would have this sorrow reach thee

far behind thee,

that it may be known as true.

And like a child,

to rest in peaceful slumber beside thee.

Banish this pain

from my weary mind.

When you cried,

I wiped your tears from within.

Yet you built a wall

between your side and mine.

When you screamed,

I asked God

to clear all your fears.

I held you with my hands

through all these years.

“Canst thou do the same for me?”

Estarías hacerlo por mi

………………………….

el amor a veces trae dolor, pero también puede traer aprendizaje y comprensión. Muchas personas sienten que las experiencias difíciles del amor les enseñan cosas sobre sí mismas, sobre los demás y sobre la vida.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

— From a quiet heart that listened to yours.

In the quiet chamber of my weary heart

your memory walks like a lantern in the night.

Soft and distant, yet never fading,

a light I cannot extinguish.

Your soul lingers somewhere I cannot reach,

beyond the fragile bridges of my hands,

and still I stand beneath the silent sky

calling your name to the wind.

How strange this love that lives in sorrow—

a rose that blooms within the frost,

petals trembling with the weight of tears

yet refusing to fall.

I sit beside the corner of my lonely bed,

listening to the whispers of the dark,

wondering if the heavens know

how deeply a heart can ache.

If only the sky could bend toward the earth

and carry my voice to where you are,

I would tell you softly through the stars

that my love has never departed.

For though the night grows long and heavy,

and my soul grows tired from the waiting,

there remains within me a quiet hope—

that somewhere, somehow,

your heart still remembers mine.