Strong tea watered with rain and tears
Leaves me thinking about these past years
We were so in love
So hopeful
So naive
I let you make me think that I couldn’t leave
Without a question I said yes
Not thinking of how we would afford the dress
I cried every night
Alone
In my bed
There were so many things needing to be said
Not long after that my pain was too much
You wanted me close but I said not to touch
I couldn’t believe it
I’d settle
So low
But I knew from this place I could bloom, I could grow
I said my goodbyes in a tearful refrain
You succeeded quite well in hiding your pain
I opened the door
You kissed me
Goodbye
You left without a word or a tear in your eye
Now a year has passed since I said yes to you
The time went slowly but yet it still flew
You have moved on
From us
And so have I
Now this is my final goodbye
Goodbye.
I have started to come to the realization that being able to be honest with yourself and the people around you is a difficult but intensely rewarding thing. Over the past couple months I have grown not only as an individual but also as a friend, I have begun to see how amazing friendships can be when effort is put into them. There is one person in particular who has come to mean a great deal to me, we never used to get along very well but due to certain circumstances we have grown very close and she is now one of my closest and dearest friends. This poem is for her.
I have always been one for pretty words, and a couple years ago I tried my hand at poetry. I can’t say that I am very good and I may not be following all of the rules of poetry but for me poetry is what happens when my soul speaks with words rather than my brain. My brain likes to over analyze things but my soul knows exactly what it wants to say. So I present you with a poem that came together out of the blue. It captures some of the feelings that I have been experiencing over the past couple months. It seems a little more depressing that I had really intended but I think It gets a point across…so without further ado. Why.
Tears ooze a soothing balm
Over the fissured soul,
Bright eyes faded to grey
Clouded with misery,
Deep breaths come out
Cut. Up. In. Sobs.
A china tea cup in your palm
Gold leaf pealing at your touch,
Cracked from over use
And un-careful users,
The slightest movement causes a leak
Bitter tea trickles through your fingers.
Wind wanders lonely
Calling through forgotten panes,
Shut out of all that is love,
Voice of a vexed lover
Whimpers one word,
Why.
~ Bethany Epp ~
This blog is here so I can remind myself to be honest with not only the people around me but to make sure I’m not trying to convince the world of something I myself know to be false. Thank you for letting me be honest with you.
Bethany Christine Creative 