
in Patagonia
With eyes
like the emerald mines
in Patagonia,
I set afoot on your trail
only to be led on
to the flames
and you watched
as memories burned away.
You walked away
as if a heavy burden
was lifted from your shoulders.
Forget all of the handwritten letters
and poetry,
promising me Utopia. They
were only words written on paper.
Wasted ink and time,
there will be a day when our
paths cross.
I may recognize your face,
but I will not remember your name.
I'll walk away as if I
never knew you.
These Walls
Put this sledgehammer away
I have to build these walls.
that were never meant
for you
to climb
and see the real me
In the past,
I revealed too many truths
to people
Who never took the time
to see
the real me
So I put the sledgehammer away
Unless
You want to
see
the real me.
Bio:HilLesha O’Nan is a blogger, writer, photographer & marketer. She is co-editor/founder of Fevers of the Mind Poetry & Art. She runs the blog tothemotherhood.com for over 15 years
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