Wounds of Time

With many miles under her

feet and many untold 

stories still left to sell,

She limped on like a maimed

animal licking

her wounds, hoping the predator

won't be able to tell.

 

Fastly approaching and wearily

accepting the winning

loss of dreams that

slowly seem to untie,

Ever so often looking back

at the trail that is left

fighting back the urge to cry.

 

Trudging on past the veils of

hate and the many enemies

that lie within,

Because knowing that

showing her weakness

aloud will allow the

devil to win.

 

Knowing the demons of

her past will most surely

make themselves known,

Remembering being

told oh so many times

"It's your bed, lie in

what you've sewn."

 

Her soul now compromised

in a world so bitter

and utterly difficult

to taste,

She wraps up her wounds

picks herself up, for this

life will not turn into waste.

 

Feeling the glory of the warmth

from the sun shining  

directly onto her face,

She again moves on

with effortless speed,

and simple lines of power

and grace.

 

Not sorry now or worried as

such of the agony she's to

allow unwind,

She waves over her shoulder

and says, "good riddance"

and decides to leave the

past behind. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

Being overwhelmed by the burdens that don't have physical weight is worse then lugging a dead dog while balancing on a cracked femur. Not like I've ever done it...or even owned a dog, but the heaviness here is tons wide.
You even find other ways to remind as the poem goes on..the beaten animal that drags along and a huge f**k off to those who walk behind her.
she'll straighten up soon. There is a "negative positivity" here. hammer like reminders that you're down, but f**k all not out


"Slap that motherfcuker again if he don't know." St Paul

[Revery]

A poem of survival and strength. Always a powerful mantra

[The Analog Kid]

Parts of this remind me of "story teller" lyrics. Like the great acoustic song writers:)

[An owl on the moon]

This moment of decision... indecision.. the waiting and watching... Somehow you weave alive a character who wishes for more and takes control of her destiny. Powerful.

[Lacha Young]

its awesome , i love it. i also like that the title goes with the poem.