Gail Deemer Poems

She’d spoke to me of her Red
And how he loved to sing.
A pleasant voice beloved by all,
Gone thirty years by then.
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Yesterday, I dreamed of high-heeled shoes,

Stumbling in my first pair of “big girl shoes”
As ankles rolled over the unaccustomed height.
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Anger buried deep inside, created scars inside and out.
A childhood of pain and hidden secrets had me wishing for love.
Tender soul wounded deep, mirrors reflected the pain inside.
A lifetime of pain and sorrow covered what was really there.
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Looking up through the darkness,
the sun shines in clear skies.
Reaching for its healing light,
I slide back to the bottom.
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Mists surround me as I walk;
Moving with each step, I take.
The present clear, the future dim,
While tendrils shroud the past.
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