Charyl Says


Life in Parentheses
April 11, 2013, 8:41 pm
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Isn’t it strange,
this thing that has happened.
Some would say it’s romantic (though painfully so).
 
Perhaps we planned it
long before we were born into these lives.
And perhaps one day we’ll sit back (together)
and laugh at ourselves,
and the tears we cried (apart).
 
Until then, I ache… in every possible way.
 
And I try to live my life.
I wait (for what, I don’t know).
I wonder (when).
I hope (for a miracle).
And I pray (for you).
 
~Charyl Miller WDMC

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The Picture
April 8, 2013, 7:36 pm
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That picture still haunts me.
The one with the blood
and the bone
and the eyes forlorn.
The one with panic
woven subtly into a background
that’s fraught with symbolism.
 
It was taken just down the road–
a world away.
And the photographer–
famously unknown–
so proud of his award;
but then again, not really.
 
You know the one–
where the subjects seem
to be drowning,
either from flood or from sorrow,
or both?
There’s an animal…
or is it a child?
No matter–
the pain is the same.
 
The one that–without words–
so skillfully describes
the human experience;
the downfall of our existence.
 
That picture…
it still haunts me.
 
~Charyl Miller
 
 

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Walking the Path
April 7, 2013, 11:10 am
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I see you there;
Illuminated by Darkness . . .
Drowning in shadow. . .
Consumed by your dreams.
You think I don’t know?
You think I am oblivious
to your heart—
and all its
maddening schemes?
Give me your hand,
and watch as the
shadows turn to dust. . .
“Those” memories,
they burn away in the
wake of your trust.
 
Yet I reach out my hand
and pull it back empty.
There is only silence. . .
A wall fashioned by
indifference and stone.
 
A void that
no other can fill.
 
Still, after it all. . .
I walk this path alone.
 
~Charyl Miller
 
WalkingPathAlone
 
 

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