unspoken

unspoken words burn with
blue hot flames that
could singe crocodile skins
familiar with hell-blazes,
instead they remain,
consume life untamed,
a single tears trail.
trudging along,
purpose with each step,
silent strength unknown,
her eyes shine red and gold.

(written 3/23/19 fcj)

reality

she longed for the wind
that blew her golden hair,
reckless and free,
reflecting her soul and stare.

it felt like lifetimes
since she laughed with ease,
reality struck.
her young dreams, a tease.

(written 3/22/19 fcj)