she waits, quietly outside the backdoor of a sullen mind lost without the key luminescent silhouettes peering outward from her soul a haven to house the songbird caught outside as the rain falls closing the darkness around her she waits, patiently the knock of her heart a fist on a coffin echoing the soundness of a mind interwoven understanding beyond whispering worries undefined to either cause still learning she waits, tired scalding experience burned once? twice? exquisite suffering bore in silence inevitable acceptance providing new perspectives from within she waits, her soul smiling
I really like some of the images in the poem, but I think toward the end it kind of lost some momentum. Still, it's good.
