She cowers under the tree
sound of the car door ajar plinks
lapses into memory of a day gone by
twisted her life within a moment's shadow
woven into the present
she returned to the source to relive
memories of her dress torn from her body
the passionate anger in his face
ripped her soul to shreds
pieces of yesterday intermingle in today
to let go of tomorrow's sorrows
humiliation creeps, claws her everyday existence
shatters her up to this moment
strength wells up
uncloaks the fear
under the tree in the park she sits,
against the trunk, unfolds her arms,
reaches to grasp the night's shadows
watches the moon dance through its leaves
the eerie effervescence of the small cove
back to the moment where her breasts lay exposed
her nails sunk into hard ground
his thrusts repelled her power into the dirt
her blood stained the stones with silent prayers
to God who's saintly ears were full
she stands slowly and walks to the spot
legs moving involuntary
mind screams breathless and clear
heart erratic, breaks from its shallow grave
she lies on the spot and looks to heaven
accosting breathed deeply within
returns her to her self silent screams broken dreams
she lets out a primal cry
exposes festered wounds
heart mind essence
freed reconnected
the wind carries her screams away
as she breathes herself into today
1 comment:
More pain builds up if not released. emotional maturity occurs when the past is relieved of energy and brought into the present for today‘s needs.
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