Thoughts of a Firefighting Mommy: 2011

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Caged

Though it's twilight,

the dark seems so thick.

With shadows on the walls,

Playing scenes like a movie,

All memories on display.

Screams break the silence,

As chains rattle on bricks.

Feathers float in the distance,

And blood stains the hall.

Ashes consuming

Where fire once raged.

Once again,

Bound and caged.

Fading from sight,

Is nothing worth this fight?

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Bonded Angel

Locked in darkness,

Chained by her pain,

Bound to the earth,

Her wings tattered and torn.

She hears footsteps in the distance

Shivering in remembrance,

of the pain once endured,

A Shattered existence

Of an Angel gone ignored.

The footsteps draw closer,

A shadow appears,

Somehow she's forgetting all her fears.

No words spoken,

He helps her to her feet.

Steadying her gently,

He wraps her in his arms.

With the release of her bonds

So close at hand

He looked in her eyes

And whispers to her soul,

"You're My Smokey Angel,

I've taken your heart into my own,

and I'll never let you go"
Rising from the ashes,
Like a Phoenix taking flight,
Her wings spread wide
Showing the world the beauty they tried to hide.

(M. Scott 6/23/11)

Invisible

Haunting nightmares

of feelings in scenes

Visions of love everlasting

that will never be seen

Hands that hold

Lips that heal

Words spoken in silence

From a heart that cannot heal

Blinding pain

comes with each breath

Each touch makes me wish for death

Love is my myth

A dream shattered

Close my eyes

takes my breath

Every action

never means a thing

Holding me hostage

the nightmares are true

Nobody can see me

Not even you.

(M. Scott 9/22/10)

Monday, April 25, 2011

Empty Eyes

Are they as empty as I feel?

Lifeless and cold,

endless tunnels of darkness?

Is there a spark of light,

anything to give reasons to fight?

Or has the pain took it's toll?

Can the life return,

or are they never to burn again,

Full of passion,

love and light?

Waves of deep blue,

fading to a dull gray,

why won't the light stay?

Are they as empty as I feel?

Or is time not even enough to heal,

to replace the fear,

warm the cold,

awaken the dead?

Are they as empty as I feel?

M. Scott 11/8/10

Playing Pretend

Things are not what they seem.

Pretending not to look at you,

while you pretend not to notice.

Pretending not to ache for you,

and you pretend it isn't there.

Pretending not to reach for you,

and you pretend you didn't see.

Pretending not to love you,

while you pretend not to care.

Pretending not to hear you,

and you pretend you didn't reach.

Pretending I don't want you,

when you're just inside my reach,

And you pretend the pain is gone,

and my name you did not speak.

Things are not what they seem,

And it's your name I pretend not to scream.

M. Scott 11/5/10

Pleasing the Pain

You sing as though I can't hear,

that the words don't sting,

Like my love never mattered,

that my broken heart doesn't exist.

Ignoring my pain,

for your own pleasure.

Tears stream down my face,

but you're in a different place.

Pain so raw,

I have to walk away.

Are you ok?

That you'll never ask.

I may as well wear a mask.

I need my friend,

but he won't see,

too busy ignoring me.

My suffering an inconvenience,

so no one cares.

Unless I am smiling,

no one is there.

I'm sorry for my pain,

It's always in the way.

M. Scott 10/25/10 9:40pm