30 March
rains burst out of the heavens with a low growl
healing rains that pulled apart
any roots she had in this small town
she had made no plans
she had made no plans
but it was time for her to mend
as she pulled her packed car
as she pulled her packed car
into a row of traffic
she noticed that she was no longer shivering
Great write... and I love the ending.
ReplyDeleteah, the relief that envelopes one when a right decision has been made! well done.
ReplyDeletei am glad she found freedom in the leaving
ReplyDeletesometimes it is the only way-i like the way you use the storm
to allude to greater things
it's good that she's moving on...
ReplyDeleteLove this little poem. Well wordled.
ReplyDeleteSo, somewhere inside, she knew where she was going! Cool write!
ReplyDeleteSometimes it may not be easy...but a gal has to do what a gal has to do... Great poem... Have a great week. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteThis is small, but powerful!
ReplyDeleteSuperb. The ending worked so well for me.
ReplyDeleteLove the line: 'but as she pulled her packed car
ReplyDeleteinto a row of traffic" ...and the ending ...freeing her soul
Love it.
ReplyDeleteThe relief after making a decision is wonderful. You captured it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteSuch a big story in a compact case..your speciality..i believe the plans will be better than any she could have thought of..
ReplyDeleteIt boggles my so-not-a-writer-mind, how you do this!!!!!!!!!!!! :-)
ReplyDeleteI always enjoy seeing these creations!
ReplyDeleteSometimes mending means you have to leave and start afresh ~ Love this ~
ReplyDeletevery nice.
ReplyDeleteZQ
I can see her clearly. Very nice.
ReplyDeletePamela
Ohhh, I love this one a lot!
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