October 27th, 1973
What's past
Thirty five year ago today
A dream was alive
Strolling hand in hand with hope
Along a path of the unknown
Naivety lead the way
To a promising future
A forever friend by her side
With the essence of prosperity
Children, intensified love
Permeating her life
After a year, things were clear
When bellowing filled the air
She learned to submit
As she witnessed it
Doors punched with holes
Still she went on
Small flame a flicker
Never understanding
What she’d done wrong
She held steadfast to improve
With strength she forged ahead
One weighted foot after the other
Traipsing in the sludge
That was now her existence
Years past by, she’d relented
Sadness infused her reality
A baby brought reprieve
Small ray of hope revisited
A new life to anticipate
She made happiness abound
Despite the obvious dismay
Twenty three years snapped by
Disenchanted,
Lost in a mulch of misery
Numb, lonely, soul dying
She knew the end was near
Complicated logistics
Delayed conclusion
Then as quick and sinister
As a tornado
It was done
8 comments:
I hope this is a happy ending and not a sad one. What an awful way to live. Big hug. :)
...and how wonderfully well you do!
some things need to egin and others need to end.
it is situations like this that make me think us teaching that love and or marraige is forever is a cruel lie,, and maybe we should rethink raising another generation to believe that all of their wildest dreams will only come true,, if they find their soul mate and live happily ever after....
i am so glad you are free......
wow this poem is so chilling.
I can't believe HOW young you were!
and like my true soul sista, YOu picked a day.. ONE day after I did! interesting, NO?
I cry for all you had to endure. Thank god you had the strength to get out of it.
In the face of adversity.. YOU made changes happen! That isn't an easy thing to do and so many choose to sit and do nothing. Im so proud of you. xoxo
a beautiful bride...
Whoa! what a collection of images! pain and sadness, heart sick. Your words and your life are a testament to growth and strength.
Thanks for sharing.
For me, it was only 17 years ago, but the pain is fresh sometimes still. Great poem!
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