Reblogs – Estelle Deshon (on The Poetry Bar) & Carolyn Crossley

It seems to me someone crossed the line…

The Line by Estelle Deson

There is a line I live above,
A thin veneer of trust and love,
To cross that line; I dare not,
Beyond where faith and fear fight,
There is a blot,
All is dark; black as night,
And light penetrates not so far,
As your heart.

So above the line I live,
And I give…and give… and give…

But I too have a line,
It is the line I place on you,
It is there… but yet,
I know not where,
It is my bottom line.
But I will know,
When it’s been violated,
When power and control can no longer be tolerated.

Though I absorb and yield and hold,
I feel my heart growing cold.

But that final violation,
I will know,
When your cruel words,
Mark their tender blow,
When you strike,
And destroy my very core,
Then will I know I can take no more,
My Darling, I will close the door.

The Daily Haiku 11/12/21 by Carolyn Crossley

come let me love you, 
let me love you again near, far, 
we see the same stars 
we are twin flames that 
burn with passion, soulmates too 
so why are we apart 

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