A Story Unfinished…. ~ Part 3

Treason they yell,

subterfuge.

Questions asked,

answers demanded.

None will be given

for the accused have fled.

To where impossible to know.

Space is vast,

unyielding.

It will not give up its secrets easily.

Safe they will remain

while injuries heal.

Forgiveness given,

bond shared strengthen

with touch and promises mete.

Hunted by all,

two sides united in one cause.

Find those who betrayed

trust and law.

Yet one thing remains

the power that be

in their relentless single-mindedness

will never understand,

what war rips asunder

love can heal jagged edges,

uniting that what was once broken.

So run they must,

hidden in the stars,

waiting,

quietly working to end

senseless waste.

Until reason is seen

and hostility ceases.

And so they begin….

A Story Unfinished…. ~ Part 2

Blood on his hands,

on his soul.

permanently stained.

To love was to be free

yet shackles of war are too strong.

Binding, chafing,

strangling life as we know it,

tearing hearts and souls apart.

Screams bring pain,

tears have no relief.

To turn away

will betray fragile trust

so watch he must

as his love is destroyed.

Unable to stand no more

he stops the torture,

praying he is not too late.

The room clears,

silence grows thick.

Eyes of glass watch closely,

waiting

wondering what devilery this is.

Faint rasps of breath spur motion.

Alliances forgotten

only one thing remains,

to be true to his heart

the consequences be damned.

Eyes watch the tender scene,

narrowing as suspicion proves true,

a traitor amongst them,

one of power and strength.

Tread carefully they must

if victory is to be obtain.

So they wait…

A Story Unfinished…..

She felt his presence

like a cold wind across her skin.

Shivers of fear

herald pain and blood.

Escape impossible while terror froze,

a fact he knew well

and used.

From different sides

hatred strong,

yet when met eyes hearts soften.

The cost too high

she vows not to break.

Lips trembling, tears forming

eyes close she waits….

Beauty personified,

strong, proud.

He does not want to hurt her,

but the choice is not his.

This world is harsh

demanding.

Only the strongest survive,

yet even they can be broken.

Information they seek,

he must obtain.

Any means necessary is not new

his job he must do

even while hearts are torn.

Love cannot save them

from war unforgiving.

With dread consuming

the door clicks shut

and he waits…..

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

Live Life

I live,

I breathe,

The day goes on

and so do I.

But what is life?

Is it just making it through

the best we can?

Or is it living those days

to the fullest,

never stopping

never waiting for the night to catch us.

Forever moving on

until we can move on no more.

Do we let other dictate our lives?

Tell us what we can or cannot do.

What is right and what is wrong

according to them and their beliefs.

Each life is special,

each one unique.

No one soul is the same.

So I say

live life the best you can

with what you have

because it is your life,

not theirs,

so it is your choice

to live.

Acceptance Heals

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Image ~ We Heart It
Hope

Time has passed

the memories are still clear

but they do not cut as they once did,

taking me to my knees.

My tears are dry

my heart while not whole

is healing.

I know it is not your fault

I know somewhere in the great plan

this was meant to be,

and while that does not make the hurt any less

it does help me understand.

Accept that it was your time

and my time is not yet.

I have things I still need to do

before I join you.

Do I still miss you?

Yes.

Does the pain still cripple me?

Sometimes.

Do I still love you?

With all my heart!

Will I ever see you again?

I have to believe or all is lost.

So with you in my heart

I move forward,

take the next step on my journey,

my life.

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

Why? ~ Grief’s If Only

 

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Grief

The signs were all there…

Why didn’t I see them?

I could have stopped this from happening

if I had just followed what my gut was trying to tell me.

I should have told him to watch her,

that something was not right,

but I knew he would never listen.

Too much anger between us.

Too much bitterness.

Why didn’t I see them?

Looking back the signs are so clear.

Her mention of ghosts

and if we believed in them.

Knowing from experience that loved ones

long passed,

come when the end is near.

The way she said she did not want to go,

like she knew she was not coming back.

The spurt of unease that I chose to ignore

as a mother’s always present protectiveness

for her child.

Why?

Why didn’t I listen?

If I had….

Why?

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

Trust

So today I decided to post my weekly Free Write Friday I do on this website. It’s a bit late as it’s last weeks prompt, but better late than never. 🙂

Here is the prompt from Kellie Elmore’s Website:

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Here is my response:

Trust. Easily given, easily broken, impossible to get back. How many chances do you give before you say enough? How many times must your heart be broken before it can break no more? Where do you find the strength to move forward and not bleed mistrust onto others who do not deserve it? the answer for each person is different. It takes a different amount of time to heal, to trust, to break that one final time. Some never trust. Once someone breaks them that is it. Everyone is the same. No one can be trusted. I believe everyone is different therefore everyone should be given a chance, and some more than one. We all make mistakes and we should remember that no one is perfect. Not even yourself. One mistake should not mean a lifetime of pain.

 

If you would like to read more submissions, click on Kellie’s name above and it will take you to last weeks prompt. Have a wonderful day. 🙂