NO SUNSHINE, NO UNICORNS…

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At the edge of a cliff,
I stand tall and still.
Would you love me,
Of your will?
Blue sky has turned to grey,
White doves numb from sleep.
Would you walk by,
Watch me weep?
I am clothed in deep hurt,
Thorns grow at my side.
Would you stay or,
Run and hide?
Scout the board of real life,
Like a game of chess.
Queen! Come shield me,
From this mess.
Don't leave me at this edge,
I stand tall and still.
Love me the same,
With free will...

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

HOUSE OF PAIN…

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How heavy is a heartbreak?
Is the burden immense in degree?
The air I breathe is so constricted.
My heart feels suppressed,
Not by my own free will.
This all commenced the day,
You walked out of my life.
My colorless days,
Conjoin my sleepless nights.
A damp pillow tells a somber story,
Of a heart that aches,
And a soul that weeps...
Out of left field, nowhere to turn,
You left me like a sleuth.
But my judgement was clouded,
As grey skies hang overhead
- my head.
Time my only confidant,
I trust to take things in stride.
May this pain devalue,
With each passing day.
May I grow and learn;
Walk a road of no return.
Acknowledge what stands before me,
Accept what cannot be reversed.
I will press on.
Such an extraordinary contrast,
Of someone walking into your life.
To someone walking out...

The chronicles continue.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

UNDIVIDED

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Will you give to me the attention I crave?
Look at me like I am the only one,
In this whole world.
Reserve a corner on this earth,
For just you and I.
And don't look away,
Even if a rainbow spews out pure gold.
Angels may sing;
A melodious chorus above.
I hear the harp playing.
Serenity soothes my soul,
Hold me close...
Here, the sun never ceases to shine,
No need to worry, darling.
Fixate your eyes on me.
Take my hand, quench my thirst,
I desire an ample flow.
Your attention I crave wholeheartedly,
Let's make a memory of this moment.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

THE HIDDEN SWORD

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That vengeful strike of the tongue,
contrived to permanently wound,
Those colossal pillars of emotion.
Connected to the heart and mind.
Imperishable thought of what was spoken.
Where did the time go?
Emotional scars consume my inner being,
An abyss is now my home.
Can I be healed by the ray of light,
I desperately seek?
Can forgiveness be my glimmer of hope?
Legions I cannot compress.
All from a concealed weapon,
Waiting to attack with words of despair.
Beware of any duel it engages in,
Damages can be a blemish,
Forever lodged within.

Monica St Hillaire.

LEAP OF FAITH…

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Sometimes the saddest moments,
Brings forth the greatest love story.
Precise minute of giving up,
Draws you to your destiny.
That brisk glance, warm smile,
Sometimes...
A chance at forgiveness; 
Third time's a charm.
Perhaps gentle voices free of judgement,
To save our drowning hearts.
Bouquet of roses, shoulder to cry on,
Sometimes...
It is always worth a try,
That risk you must take.
Eradicate all doubt,
For your greatest love story,
Can be deeply embedded in your...
Sometimes...


(c) Monica St Hillaire.

GRACEFUL STRIDE…

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Delicate touch,
Mesmerized stare.
Bonded embrace,
Breath of fresh air.
For timeless love,
Eager to try.
Poetry in motion,
You and I...
Elegant waltz,
In rain of Spring.
Ascending moon,
Ballads we sing.
Tender caress,
Ends with a sigh.
Poetry in motion,
You and I...
Aromatic wine,
Laid on white sand.
Scented candles,
I clasp your hand.
Sky's hue reveals,
Daylight is nigh.
Poetry in motion,
You and I...


    (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

THE CONTRITE HEART…

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An olive branch I extend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

My pride seemed so effortless,
Complex to adjust.

I compromised our union,
Faded is your trust.

Shattered your heart, won't pretend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

Anger consumed inside me,
This error now clear.

Refuse to speak in past tense,
Of love we both share.

Weary soul, faith I can lend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.

Is this the last dance my love?
Never can it be.

Fairytales last a lifetime,
Like the sand and sea.

Disheartened spirits on the mend,
Meet me at the corner, round the bend.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

FLAWLESS…

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Walk in the naked truth; the bare and absolute,
Falsehood will never endure.
That armoured attire is in vain.
Purity will unveil both day and night,
No grey clouds hang overhead.
Sterile and unpolluted from infectious deceit.
Clear as a sublime waterfall; watch me as I float.
Can't you see these streets of white?
Do you not feel serenity at your beckon call?
Leave imperfections by the wayside,
They hold no value here.
Purged from all malice; weightless is the feeling.
How do you sleep now that both eyes are shut?
Walk in the naked truth; the bare and absolute,
May honesty always be your guide.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.




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FROM NOW ON…

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Today is my forever,
And forever here with you.
Joy will come at dusk...
But never leaving at dawn.
Such beauty in transition;
Like our love today...
A gentle wisp of wind blew,
Combined with four leaf clovers;
A nightingale sang...
Splendorous scene signifies,
The difference a day brings.
Our story begins...
May we never obstruct fate,
Keep the flame of hope burning
Tuck our vows inside...
Vanquish any stormy sea,
For you and I became one.
Forward is our stride...
May forever be timeless,
Matching our enduring love.
Look into my eyes...
Let's delight in this new day,
Beginning with my name change.


(c)  Monica St Hillaire.

AS FREE AS A BIRD…

Upon this river bank,
I'll leave my troubles here.
The journey is anew,
It weighs too much to bear.
Middle of the ocean,
Is where I'd follow you.
No fright consumes my mind,
My faith equipped for two.
These stars aligned for us,
Please take me there with you.
Hope surrounds my aura,
My peace is tried and true.
Keep this here, river bank,
The weight too much to bear.
True love will now suffice,
There is no room for fear.

(c) Monica St Hillaire.