Sappho wrote that words
We leave unspoken
Will be wept
If this is true
Soliloquies must rest like
Sugar undissolved on my tongue
I am grateful for the increasing days
The sun comes out
But melancholy is still
An aquamarine tide
That can wash over me
Unexpectedly
Flooding my banks
Piercing my sea walls
Reminding me
Of how deeply human I am
And of the delicacy
The fragility
Of this woman’s heart
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Simply gorgeous.
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You are very kind
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Beautiful imagery!
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Thank you so much
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The timing of this poem was perfect for me. I have a lot of good days, but yesterday was not one of them, and the heaviness from yesterday lingers in my heart this morning. Was it the conflict itself that hurt me? Or the painful reminder that I am human?
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I truly struggle with my vulnerability
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Wow. I’m quite in love with this piece.
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Thank you Kindra. Me too, which is odd!
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This is so eloquent and flows like a river!
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you are most kind
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