Daleen Enslinstrydom

Rookie - 215 Points (25-02-1967 / Springs, South Africa)

Behind The Lace Curtains - Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

When the game of life is played out
and it leaves you ruined
and your shutters hang broken
and blown off in the wind
your windows is open so that the preying eyes can see
into your private spaces,
into your secrets and your heart
until there is no hiding place left.

When everybody you love leaves you all alone
and move out and pull away from you
it is in these times that your fire is burnt out
and your soul is left cold
and full of the ash of yesterday’s sorrow
then life owns you an answer to why
all things needs to end and the reasons they do.

When tears overwhelm you
and your screams cannot be heard
and all hope is lost,
when your gate is open wide and broken
the story of your life is written on the pages of your face
and in all the lines and wrinkles sorrow creeps in,
brokenness is portrayed in the form of your body
and in these times not even make up can hide your inner feelings,
then your words become death in every syllable.

When it is better to be silent
and your words are wiped out like words on a black board,
when you do not have something good to say
it is almost as if you have become barren
when you have nobody to talk to
and everything you do know is in vain
and like the grasses in the wind we die off
and like a field without water we become a dessert.

When the game that we play is played out
and the storms have subsided
we are left without a roof,
are washed out and wet
are mouldy without the sun to warm us,
inside there is no life
but the irony off life is a fact,
while life do continue and we are left behind.

The birds will be singing and the sun will come up
but we will be left out in sorrow and pain
and it’s in these times that we pray to God
that the lace curtains
do cover all of our windows to the world.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 24, 2014

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