#54 of 365 – “ravine”



the silence of failure

is a heavy mist on top of the stream

of aching hope flowing beneath it,

relentless and mean


I wish my words were strong enough

to bank the ravine,

to hold at bay the mud of frustration

and keep my promises clean


I disappoint her so often

it is almost routine,

coming up on ten years

and still stuck in between


reality’s unmet needs

and our love, that’s like a dream.

it is a struggle that is meant to be,

or so it would seem


About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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