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Caged Within a Nightmare

Words are incapable of expressing my silent rage,
rage at myself for locking me to the confines of my own cage.

It's been an eternity, it seems. since I have felt such innocent bliss,
how ecstatic I felt even before when it was still just a kiss.
Then that night, our connection flowed electrically,
we both glowed from the inside out, smiling quite frequently.

Shyness still intact but I felt I could just be me,
so there we were just gazing at each other till we'd burst out laughing.
No words required or said, as our faces took turns rotating shades of red,
nervousness starting to remit, as we fell asleep talking, not desiring the night to end.
How my melancholy emotions prior had evaporated away,
with every look that said more then words could convey.

Yet my guard went up due to what the past has put me through,
and the situation, the uncertainties, have cast me back into the blue.
I merely wished to ensure that this was not a game,
and instead my selfishness, my insecurities have led me to be ashamed.

I‘m screaming inside, deafening my thoughts with the echo's of a cavernous heart,
The constant agony of the few memories, hopes, dreams, they wrench me apart.
I feel as if I am to fade into some abysmal, tormenting nightmare constantly taunting,
The fact I chose to question and doubt your stability, makes this nightmare seem to become my sadistic reality.

I’ve lost my chance, when I should have followed my instinct,
and as quickly as you blew a kiss and winked,
I knew that any hope was now extinct.

Sorry, if I hurt you and showed how thoughtless I can be,
I can’t undo what has been done you see,
but know this fact, that in those moments, I was happy.

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Silent Cry

There is a part of me,
That I keep locked up and have no key,

At least, I say, one can not be found,
yet, here it comes flowing forth, like water from the ground,

Tears I feel weeping, like sap from my heart,
I don't know whether to scream or pull my self apart,

Feeling dizzy, 
Feeling sick,
Hoping I can find my balance quick,

Set in motion, 
These forces as strong as an ocean,
Out pours all my pent up emotion,

Spewing forth under no remorse of agony or rage,
Setting everything around me ablaze,

Its' destructive nature leaves an unhealing wound,
feeling as if my life was meant for such gloom,

I can't escape my memories, I can't escape their pain,
I plead for help yet my cries are only done in vain,

No on can hear my sorrow, my loss, my tortured soul,
Not even the pen from which my words flow.

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Unsent Letters

All that I have left are pictures and treasured memories anymore,
That is all that I have left of some one I love and adore.

Left behind inside my chest is a black hole, a hollow void, just empty,
Since my heart was ripped out & discarded the morning you left life too early,

So great was your pain, I can not fathom how hard those days must have been,
All that is left are our dreams of us adventuring coming to an end,

All that I have left is the memories and monotony each day,
Placing on this familiar façade to tell everyone that I'm 'okay',

How great it was to rekindle our bond after so many years apart,
But the damage had already been done to your heart,

If only healing our bond had healed you too,
If only we could go back in time with what we knew,

I miss you, your laugh, your grin,
I miss how our adventures used to begin...

All that I have left are the echoes of 'hey, check this out' in my head....
Echoes that cause me to drown in tears that my eyes endlessly shed,

Drowning in the memories and questions, I can't help but cry,
Every night my sorrowful tears send me to sleep like a rending lullaby,

Even my dreams torture me reminding me of skipping with you arm in arm,
Because it is all a mirage, bitter reality hits with my alarm,

I know in time, I’ll learn to handle the pain from the loss of your death,
I’m sorry, I wasn’t there while you took your last breath,
I wish you knew how I‘ll always feel my sister, my first and best friend, 
and all the letters I've now written, but can never send.

For my sister, Lana Heller-Wood 1982-2022

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A Writer's Heart

Building lands, lives, loves, with words, from the bottom up.
Crafting hierarchies, creatures, laws and sins,
spinning worlds, oceans, rain and wind.

Beings wild, loyal, devious, strong and weak,
righteous, loving, demure, naïve and meek,
all different, unique, in features, personalities,
showing the duality of their complexities. 

Some may use humor to win over hearts,
others don't care if emotions ever start,
those that give all, loving to their last breath,
while some covet riches, all the best.

One thing that every character seems to carry,
is a piece from my life, a fancy, habit, a bit of me,
my dreams, my desires, who I yearn to be.

Diving deep into this imagined reality,
immersed, until the story ends and sadly,
it feels like I just buried a part of me.

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Thoughts

Echoes of the past
Lost in the passage of time,
Shadows that grow with the fading light, cast,
Morphing into erroneous snippets, spurious and serpentine,

Troubled hearts of misplaced cares,
Focusing more on beguiling schemes,
Instead of compassion, empathy, consciousness, or being aware,
Aware of the loss of self, of mind, of hope, of dreams,

We are all blind, deaf, and dumb,
the death of reasoning makes one succumb,

Who knew emptiness could have such weight?
That silence can drown you in sound?
That access to knowledge would cause wisdom to asphyxiate?
That ease would cause contentment harder to be found?

Progressions that prolong ones agony,
A few more moments that will be forgotten,
battling against objects, that kill the memory,
before the black consumes, swallowing all in,

What should one do, to keep hope near when the facts are grim?
Already bruised knees hit the floor, begging for strength, while talking to him.

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Perfect Garden

Strolling down the old, gray, cobblestone path, encircled by soft shade,
Golden plumes enhanced by indigo and violet are visible as light fades.

The emerald and clover leaves of willows weep, drooping from limbs overhead,
bubbling, trickling, water is audible from a nearby creek bed.

Freesia, Lavender, and sweet honeysuckle scents hang in the air.
Succulent, juicy, and tempting ripe fruit hang everywhere.

Desiring a taste, I clutch a shimmering, burgundy plum,
I lose myself in the decadence of its flesh on my tongue.

Suddenly, a soft, gentle breeze teases my hair, tickling my skin,
Alas, I awaken, to pull on my overalls, and head outside and begin,

It’s not as perfect as what my dreams held within,
not as fragrant, shady, or filled to the brim,

but as I bite the product of my own hard work again,
I realize it’s MY perfect garden.

Best Poems Written by Mara Heller

I Matter, To Me

Lost Among the Crowd

Except

I Found You

Caged Within a Nightmare

Silent Cry

Unsent Letters

A Writer's Heart

Thoughts

Perfect Garden