When the Dust Settles

Driving carelessly along the dessert road
As the rocks bang against the car floor
The muffler clanking with every step of acceleration
Watching the dust settle through the rearview mirror
Pulling me back to when I was hated and despised
Leaving scars on my soul, the vindictive needs of another
Like a spider she spun her web, trying to keep me within
But I escaped and hasten even stronger then before
The spider could not hold me within, waiting for hostility
She boar into my every move and watched my every breath
As she darted knives into my back, turning them ever so slowly
The piercing of the eyes as she watched in disapproval
As she sat in one spot without moving, no where to go
Then a light came to the tunnel and the knives were slowly released
As I pushed myself forward and become filled with rage and fury
Tiny, insignificant she had become, like the dust settling on the road
For she will never hurt me, tortured her mind is
As the voice of my child pulls me from misery and into reality
For I am wanted and loved by those who bring me such pleasure and joy
Driving carelessly along the dessert road
 

Copyright © Sheri L. Webber

Reviews

[Mark D. Chevalier]

I enjoyed the visual picture that you painted here. I read your other work, but this one grabbed me. I suppose I can relate to the "vindictive needs of another."

I'm not a poetry buff at all, but I like this. Nice work, and thank you for sharing it.