Friday, December 19, 2014

Royal Majesty

Her heart is in the open,

On display to see,

Her poetry in motion,

Can it really be?


This delicate creation,

Full of privacy,

The intimate sensation,

Turns herself to flee.


The mask it rises slowly,

Covering despair,

Now all she feels is lonely,

How can this be fair?


Let yourself just live again,

Peace and harmony,

Allow time to heal and mend,

Let yourself be free.

<SI> Scott Izu, PhD
© December 2014

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