Fault Lines Poem by Valerie Dohren

Fault Lines

Sadness ripples the quiet waters of my life,
and tears are never far away -
hours, days, weeks, and months pass,
melting into years of disquiet and despair,
waiting still for the seismic shift that never comes.
The fault lines remain undisturbed,
and I languish in the stillness
that precedes a transformation -
there are no cataclysms on the horizon
to herald a time of redesign and newness.
Disinterest now hovers like a leaden mist
clouding my eyes to any possibility of joy -
and so, the tepid waters of existence
are moved only by melancholy.
Age does not bring contentment
or any respite from the heartache
that has trickled through my life -
the fault lines remain undisturbed
and the landscape continues unchanged.

©️6/9/2024 Valerie Dohren