Some Time Ago

Your words retraced the scratch you carved on my heart…some time ago
Revealing my unfortunate job of stitching the gash you loved repeating… some time ago
I felt the sting from the wound underneath my shirt
Believing it had healed into a scratch…some time ago
your voice, your face, your touch picked at the scab that developed…some time ago
I felt the burn from the abrasion underneath my shirt
Blood flowing as old memories, feelings, and fears
Draining my strength to cover your mouth and not allow them to replay.
recur the pain that left me crying on the floor in a pool of my own pain…some time ago
realization has submerged from underneath the blur of my tears…seconds ago
resurrecting a truth I'd buried, masked, lost within the stitching…some time ago
revealing self inflictions for tempting you to repeat
bittersweet candor glistened in the air.
I filled my lungs as though depriving them of breath ever since…some time ago.
the power to stop replaying, retracing, and holding, exploded through my fingertips
Finally…allowing me…after some time …to let go as I did…some time ago.
© Elizabeth Zsamboki

Coffee

I love coffee but I no longer take it sweet
Convincing myself the bitterness is now a treat
the white crystals coat the black liquid
changing the authenticity as though its meek
An empty sugar bowl scraping at the edges
for every last piece to cut my craving's wedges
a sugar rush never lasts too long
the flurry is often quickly gone
bringing me crashing feeling tired and hungry
craving cookies and candy
I love coffee but it no longer sits in my cup
convincing myself the emptiness is now a treat
and the black liquid only feeds the weak.
© Elizabeth Dominguez

Words

Words so easily pressed from the lips
actions never easy to exist
the mind creates beauty that the body cannot pertain
why spill the verbiage if the body cannot sustain
love is what moves,pulls,climbs, and never refrains
passion is what collides,delights,and stains
words can sing,play,and rain,but cannot be contained
A promise when told and never fulfilled cuts deep and bleeds
a stitch will always remain but words will not retain
© Elizabeth Dominguez

Hiccup

My words came out like an unexpected hiccup
your reaction I couldn't see
but something tells me my terms you didn't need
I'd like to take them back and save them for a time
a moment more appropriate for words like mine
now I've spent them I'll never get them back
If you had reacted
responded
given back
a hiccup of a similar phrase
I'd feel much better these days
© Elizabeth Zsamboki

The World of Make-Believe

he found her on the ground low, broken, and afraid
he lifted her with his words and carried her in his embrace
he took her to the very stars she'd wished upon and showed her all her dreams
he repainted all her beauty that had withered in the salt
he carved her a brand new heart with the tools of his promises
he mended her soul with the rhythm of his body
the moment that her wings revealed the secrets of her feelings
he clipped them with the coldness in his eyes, his hands, his breath
he watched as she fell from the very stars that held her dreams
the vigilance of her amazing intuition decelerated her plummet
gracefully landing on two feet audaciously looking toward the sky
just another journey back from the world of make-believe
© Elizabeth Dominguez

My mouth is dry
My lips are cracked
My eyes are flooded
My cheeks are wet
My hands are naked
My hair is still
My back is cold
My feet are dangling
My words are heavy
My spirit is grey
My heart is empty
My soul is searching
I am dreaming
I am believing
I am striving
I am building
I am freeing
I am talking
I am giving
I am taking
I am living
I am growing
I am free
I am me
Elizabeth Dominguez

Protection

I removed my protective coat
Its fabric weighted me down
Held me from believing that I’d ever be free
unbound to live breath and see
View the world that lived outside of where I’d always be
The moment the clouds uncovered the sun
I drank the power of its rays
The strength ran through my veins
It tossed the garment with no refrain
Revealing my naked vulnerability
The warmth of the sun fed my soul
Gave me visions of my dreams
Filled my heart with comfort and ease
I felt the chill upon my back
Trying to ignore its painful tower
A drop of rain I felt it too
The clouds began to cool
The rays were now so few
No longer does the sun illuminate for me
My protective coat has lost its seam
Standing naked revealing the scars
Etched by heat from the yellow star
Elizabeth