Boundaries – Heather Mirassou

My dying spirit

Spirals out of control

Working my bloody

Body to the bone

You ask too much too bare

I resent you for lying in despair

Balance does not exist

Only terror on the edge

A vicious wrath begins

As my rage causes lapses

Of memory and judgement

Pieces of boundaries

Lay on the floor

My apologies and amends begin

Until again

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In A Dream – Heather Mirassou

In a dream I felt the cool white
His sweet madness
Among anchor water lilies
The willows were trembling

A nest of twilight kisses
Where the stars are shivering

Scented sweet and wild
From violet forests
Our arms intertwine
With beads of love

Symphony of Broken Things – Heather Mirassou

Is it a dream or distant memory?

An Italian Concerto begins

The alto singer bellows

A passionate tale

Proud and stout

He commands attention

A classic narcissistic symphony

Balancing a tight-rope

A thunderous crescendo begins

Drums rattle and roll

Strumming your violin

You tip, waddle and fall

Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang

A symphony of broken things

Your white walls marred

Sheet-Rock littered floors

By years of crimson scarlet

You know this scene by heart

This is your life

A dramatic melody

A symphony of broken things

You muster your courage

Hit your knees and pray

Picking up the pieces

Hoping his tune will change

You begin an ensemble

Piecing remnants together again

A symphony of broken things