Lines, he said.
Give Me Lines.
x
No Looking Back.
He said.
That’s My Line for You.
x
How Strong,
it sounded.
Get Over It.
He added, to her. And sent her this song –
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8FS2nBCR9o8
x
After all the years,
all those fears
the trip of a lifetime –
in a train that was off the rails
with The One who was totally trusted.
Whose mind slowly slowed,
twisted,
morphed –
terrifyingly
destructively
Driving That Train.
x
After all the years,
all those fears,
More than two decades since other lines of simple honesty were publicly exchanged,
the trip of a lifetime, and the ongoing climb back again, that’s felt like a lifetime in itself.
That Line,
so carelessly given.
A safe shield. Treasured above all.
x
Her feeling of utter betrayal.
feels like a final nail.
xx
Where is the truth in the world?
She wondered.
To herself.
x
emmasouthlondon 
Wonderful writing, Emma. So sad though.
I’ve felt this….wonderfully expressed, Emma 🙂
Emma – If I might go so far to say, this poem seems to have left an imprint on your heart. In doing so, it’s driven by emotion and you immersed me into the internal shell and allowed me to dig deeper. Thank you for trusting the blogging world to accept your work and accept it with the dignity it deserves. Sheri
Deep words there emma… And the meaning too! Deep …. deep to the bone!
I liked your post. It is very meaningful. Hugs, Barbara