EsCee McClure

EsCee McClure Jun 2013

If you've ever had a sadness that just won't go away... even though you may think you've won the battle - these few lines may mean a lot to you:

Her Secret Place
It's the space between her heart and soul,
A hidden cave, a secret hole.
A place where sorrow rests its head
A land of sadness, fear and dread.
The door is locked the keys are gone.
But somehow access lingers on
And trouble seeps in to the space,
That shows no mercy has no grace.

It shakes her like a hurricane
And never leaves her quite the same.
When trouble seeks her stifled grief
She feels she'll never find relief.

Then somehow just as in the past
She locks the door... secure at LAST!
And vows she'll never see the day
When this great pain returns her way.

But...in her heart, she knows what's real
That one day soon she will feel
The door has opened, in she falls
And all her joys again will pause.
To feel what she tries to erase
But lives there in her Secret Place.

(c) 2013 Susan Cook McClure

EsCee McClure Feb 2011

You Are

You Are the Love that I didn't make,
The Chance for a Memory that I didn't take,
The Hint of a Feeling that I'll never know,
A Seed never Planted that can never Grow.

You Are a Passion I let slip away,
"I Love You," "I Miss You" that I'll never say,
The hint of Laughter that could have been shared,
A Secret of Lovers, had I only dared.

You Are a Dream of what could have been
If I could do over... would I miss again?
Or would I give you the Passion of Youth
A Promise, A Future, A Forbidden Truth?

I know that I'll never awaken to see
You lost in your Dreamland, right here next to me.
So memories of Kisses are all that I hold
You are a story can never be told.

I had a chance that I didn't take
You Are the Love that I didn't Make.

— The End —