she could not run
she could not hide
from all that haunted her inside
strip away the woven webs
of all that dormant dread
and all the monsters that she fed
when to the devil she had wed
and even then
from her own den
she could not hide
she could not run
from what in sin she had begun
it was a game
she could not tame
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14 comments:
Hello!
Long time, no comment from me. It's been busy up in here (just ask my Dad!) But I do love how wonderfully dark this is (too much of an oxymoron? No, I'm good with wonderfully dark.)
Well done on beautiful words :)
Kate
As one of my poems says, which this reminds me of: "I see you in the morning sun as shadows start to harden - I commit this crime of love, and you will always pardon." Thank you for your heart's own theme.
That's very powerful.
LOVE IT!
A bittersweet tragedy -- she cant run she cant hide - we carry our universe with us where ever we are --
nice write,
joanny
I guess none of us can hide, well perhaps for a while, but ultimately we have to face up to what we have created. Great poem.
Wonderful poem. I totally agree with Mike.
oh, hello, my dear kate! how wonderful to have you grace my little campfire with your kind comment for which i thank you! and about wonderfully dark, ditto, of course! i'm great with wonderfully dark as well - so glad you liked these little words - they were quite literally scribbled on a deposit slip as i drove [carefully] to pick up my little grandson from daycare! again, thanks so much for coming by kate! hugs to you - and to your FAM!
and dear cathy! fantastic to have you come by dear lady - it's been far too long - i love those words of yours which i so relate to as you can tell - beautifully said! we share the same of many thoughts, it seems! lovely to see you!
alex, thank you so much for your words here - they are always an inspiration and i thank you! your presence is always a bright spot 'round the campfire!
ah, lady cole!!! what can i say! thank you thank you!!!
'tis true, isn't it, joanny, as we struggle under the burden of our self-made world[s] - and then, there are those magical moments when our self-made world[s] carry us - lift us to the heavens - and then, in those moments, we are free - free to be -
facing the monsters of our own making - yes, the ultimate price we must pay for playing our own way! ;)
wonderful to see you, mike - thank you for coming by - whenever i hear from you i am reminded [but in a good way] of all the work i need to be doing over at my yaya tree! ;) but, i console myself with the knowledge that i am spending a lot of time/work in ancestry.com where i sometimes cannot leave for hours into the night!
hope all is well in your world -
thanks trish! you know, i was telling kate [above] that i literally scribbled these words on a bank deposit slip as i drove [yes, i drove, but very carefully] down the beach highway to pick up alejandro the other day! ;)
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