15 December
they said she could be molded by his hand
like clay
but it as it turned out
she was no angel
so she blew the cover of that box apart
snatched up her brain and other stuff
and walked back into simplicity
where the wind blew the snow over the fields like waves
and the moon reflected off of the snowy world
because
you can't fix the world with a pair of lies
cant fix anything with a bunch of lies...
ReplyDeleteOh, I like this very much and your last line, so true.
ReplyDeleteYes!! I'm glad she blew the cover of that box apart, snatched up her brain and other stuff, and walked back into simplicity. Really like your poem.
ReplyDeleteWhew! This one is quite something. It's beyond me, how you take the jumble and make something that speaks - probably to everyone in a different way.
ReplyDeleteNo, a pair of lies will fix nothing. True enough.
ReplyDeleteI must try snatching up my brain. lol :)
ReplyDeleteshe walked back into simplicity...
ReplyDeleteI love that line, and every line of this poem rings true to me.
an absolute truth...
ReplyDeleteso true… well done!
ReplyDeleteI loved. "She blew the cover of that box..." she sounds like a feisty type.
ReplyDeleteThe clincher is the ending. It'll be full of holes otherwise! Nicely!
ReplyDeleteHank
honesty the best policy!
ReplyDeleteThis is my firest time reading your work, but from just this poem, your site design, and your gift of peace, I feel as if I know a gentle yet fierce, thought-filled spirit.
ReplyDeleteThis speaks to me of being a survivor and surviving the fire of relationship violence. An inspirational read, especially the lines that day she blew the cover of the box apart and took her brains and stuff back. Powerful imagery. Powerful emotion.
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