*~Something More~*

She was always knew she was special~

Even as a very young girl~

She always knew there was something different about her~

Maybe something more~

At times in her life she wondered~

If she would ever really fit in~

Even though she always blended so well~

With all the other pretty wounded flowers~

Pressed against the party wall~

"Safety there,"~

She thought as she sipped~

Almost spilling her burning hot drink~

Not being too noticed,along with the unseen~

Until she felt just a little more then safe~

More like a Queen~

Then and only then would she let expose~

Just a small part of who she had hidden inside~

The inner most part of her hearts remarkable dreams~

As if she was peering at the world~

From behind vertical white ivory drapes~

When she was ready, when she was more then brave~

She would spread them open slowly, very extra wide~

And she would be amazed at how life reacted~

When she touched it, when she moved it~

When it came so very alive~

It was dangerous having such feelings she thought~

Almost as if it was somehow subversive in nature~

Maybe even a crime~

"One must never be in awe," she thought~

As she felt the steamy liquid trickle past her lips~

She remembered times she thought she almost touched~

Both the wonder and the glory~

Only later to find loves promise~

Was only male false bravado~

Savage slight from even more savage hand~

This is when it hurt the most~

When the emptiness burned still more~

Then the salty tears she could still taste~

She felt less when she retreated behind her drapes~

Behind the laughter she sometimes always used~

Like her own personal medicine mask~

Something left her heart when she did this~

Like a child who was given a brand new box of crayons~

But was more then afraid to open them~

For fear of them breaking quickly~

Their colors might bleed all over her tiny delicate hands~

She could hear the birds singing softly~

They sounded quite pretty but still~

It wasn't really her song~

She could hear some of the men around her whispering~

Callous hands ready to over take~

Never alone in a world of prying hungry eyes~

And never lonley really~

In the sea of men she was almost lost in~

But they almost to the letter~

Wanted only to disrobe her in the end~

It was they would wore their own disfigured disquises~

They came,they took leaving nothing~

But the shattered bits of her broken still heart~

Then her pain would take over once again~

"Something more,"~

She whispered as she tilted her head~

Against the warmth of late summer breeze~

She felt her own words echo like thunder back~

Rush past her delicate ear~

"Something more"~

Deeper in meaning almost like a painting~

A person could walk through then run like a child within~

Almost to the very end~

A place where crayons never lose their colors~

And loves gift remains always forever brillant~

She waited as if she had waited all her life for just the right time~

The right place where she could even dare~

Ask the questions she endlessly dreamed~

She shifted quietly in her chair trying not to stare~

At the people around her moving~

Who also sliently screamed~

One tiny tear fell~

As she felt the years slip quietly away~

Into her very tiny little cup while she whispered~

"Something more"~

Maybe more colors, more rainbows, more stars~

Maybe just love~

By

*~Dalton Anthony~*

*footnote*

When a poem or a dream touches a person deeply enough, it can sometimes create a certain magic inside the heart, and it's because of this magic, that these same emotions which were once chained away and almost forgotten, are now unleashed, and those old emotions and memories are once again allowed to roam free within our most secret and vulnerable heart sighs so brilliantly that the hidden soul now becomes enriched by what it felt at a time in it's life which it once saw as only a memory that it now recalls so vividly because of the emotions in ink that were inspired and then taken inside our own lives like sweet wine with only our most simplistic, honest and compassionate emotions, which brought our heart's mind to a place where we feels safe in the knowledge that someone beside ourselves understands what we may have felt, feel or even seen in ourselves or even in others, with our very own eyes, at the exact time when we once froze inside our minds just a taste or a scent, an embrace, or a kiss, a love, or even the times when we felt lost or abandoned, neglected or even afraid.
And it's in those rare very special times when what we felt or feel is recalled, as if it was only yesterday that even the most beautiful eyes begin to softly rain.
"Tears are the thank you notes to the soul; love is the gift."
So tell me then how does it feel to do so much good for so many, all the while knowing that you are still capable of doing so much more.
Something More.
As you said.
“Tempting.”
But then you know all this..
As for me I'm not really that bright.
Just way too much Heart.
And I think to myself without smiles or tears..
How would we know if we were