Kim worried about Sabrina’s constant confine
in her husband’s chair, in his library, before a roaring fire for days on end now in a comatose state of mind since Wayne’s sudden disappearance.
Wayne’s dad sought everywhere with expensive detectives for personal and ardent hire.
Kim turned on a small television for general news as in and out she slowly strolled
yet, Sabrina did not this set with controls peruse.
Instead, she just sat curled under a blanket
with a pillow rolled her weak neck to support. Her bible in hand opened her sanity diligently to protect though, before her mother she thought she projected steady her comportment.
While inside daily she little-by-little died.
Worried that her Creator did her deride
for a love too intense to his jealous eyes hide
for a young man not lately inclined to reside
by their selected Savior’s side
since: “Close friendship with Jehovah belongs to those who fear him.” Ps. 25:14. Sabrina worried that to his instructions she didn’t readily adhere. “For this is what the love of God means,
that we observe his commandments; and yet his commandments are not burdensome”. 1 John 5:3.
She wasn’t even convinced
that he’d gone missing because of a serious offense against him committed.
She wondered if he’d deserted her
for non performance:
In sexuality her love for him
amorously and willingly submitted.
As a light weight movie *Dear Brigitte played
Sabrina blankly stared in a daze
as Kim peeked in sadly always with tea or sandwich lovingly made.
Later that night as the fire died down
and Kim snored lightly on sofa found
Sabrina composed a poem
to empty her heart.
Afterwards
able to sleep finally.
Tomorrow
determined for a productive new start.
Broken… My Silence
Delicate raindrops
dripping
resplendent drops
resembling crystals falling
chipping away at us
till broken
then swept swiftly away
your love
left me
yearning
created
a fatigued heart
you were once here
holding me without fear
now nowhere near
as I cry out for you
from shadows
withdrawn
behind curtains
of cascading
water
falling
revealing
emotions
once hidden inside
do not deride me
forever
my pride
no longer does hide
as delicate raindrops
dripping
resplendent drops
rinses away hope
leaving me
spiraling in my lost
this cost raising me too high
as this river of my tears rises me to drown
under thundering why’s
tumulus
memories
heavy
I bury
to survive
delicate raindrops
stripping away at my desire
to thrive
do you hear me
can you hear me
calling out
calling out for your return
do you hear me
can you hear me
my heart yearns
appeals to you
forever to burn
do you hear me
can you hear me
please love
do not me
endless
spurn
my heart yearns
to again with you flame
as a fire brilliant in darkest nights
do you hear me
can you hear me
please love
to me
circle
in a whirlwind
replenish
my delight
in living
https://allpoetry.com/poem/13407923-Broken-…-My-Silence-by-Lucretia-Mccloud… TO BE CONT’D 12/04/2017
How Far Is Too Far?
Young People Ask, Volume 2
https://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/1102008094?q=dating&p=par

