Whispering Bones

Walk into the boneyard

Plots

Some old

Faded

Some fresh

The dirt still

Mounded

The bones whisper

Here lies

An alcoholic

Consumed by chaos

Addicted to

Her own pain

Here lies

A fiery eyed

New counselor

Her own wounds

Still so unhealed

Here lies

A scorned lover

Cloaked in betrayal

Chasing her worth

Never catching up

Here lies

A woman healing

Still staring through

6 inch thick plexiglass

At the life she built

And in the back

Of the boneyard

The old stones

Here lies

A girl, not a woman yet

In a shirt with blue flowers

Reading the eulogy

She wrote for her mother

Here lies

An angry teenager

The rage

Of broken heart

And an unseen wound

Here lies

A frightened

Little girl

Clutching a library book

Looking for safety

But it never comes

The bones whisper

They call out to each other

For years

There was no rest

I came and sat

And I whispered back

“I am here

I have not forgotten you

I will not forget you”

And the whispers

Faded away