Poem -

A tender heart rehabilitate .

Words like water
come streaming out
At times the water is murky
Within doubt
Clouding the minds emotions
Muddy leaves along with rubbish
Disable its beautiful view
Creating an illusion
Of a swamp or studious brew
Emotions turning black and blue
Deep sea diving
No mountain dew
Twisting sensations within you
Words grow on trees
That branch across a nation
Building or shaking it's very
Foundation
Words emotions creation
Reaching many hearts
A tender rotation
Often to heal or hurt
Trees roots imbedded in dirt
Travel a distance unseen
Often words unclean
Beneath the ground emotions
Sound a storm within
The earth
A forcing stream of girth
Emotions abound
In worth
Or ill matter
Cause a heart no fear
Or shatter
Words grow flowers
For all to see
Beautiful colours of soul
Transpire
The building of an others heart
Or a hearts
Simply to be dismissed
gentle words
A kiss
Dissociation a fist
Often the true meaning missed
Words like drops of rain
Wash a soul
Easing emotions pain
Or cause a heart such an ache
Given the power
A life to take
Remembering now how to
Bake a cake
Tenderness in time to take
A soul takes ill or
rejuvenate
words by chance
Can Change a fate
A tender heart rehabilitate
Or drown in that murky
stream Of hate
Wishing life to resuscitate .
Nardine Sanderson 08/12/2014.

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