Cassandra V. Murphy

Changing Tides

Your face, so soft
Feels like silky cloth
Beneath my skin-
But your eyes look dim
As they search the room quite lost,
Tossing pupils up and down
To look around these bedroom walls.
Your smile falls, your laughter pauses.
You feel trapped, and I feel like a used mat
That you carelessly stepped on.
In my dreams I call to the birds
And whisper words about escape
From this growing hate
That is spreading in between us.

{Poem by Cassandra V. Murphy}