Someday.

The dawn is breaking
Raindrops slowly trickle down the window
Winding in a circular motion
Finally falling to the ground
She listens to him breathing
The signs of sex lingering in between the wine and the weed
She looks around
Pictures hanging in rows
Someone else's memories
She tries to remember
There was a time
A long time ago
Faint picture of a girl
Innocent
Gone now
Why the hell does she torture herself
The girl has gone
Long gone
Turned to stone
Time for her to go too
Someday she would show them
Ram it down their throats
Someday she would walk through that door
Stare them in the face
She would tell them straight
I made it
The rain cleansed for a time
She felt pure
Someday
She would show them 
Someday.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I've been there many times and you've painted it a helluva lot like it really happens. I love the way you can write a harsh commentary but it still shows your compassion & you send the ending into an upward curve *smile* Your details are intensely felt & your choice of repeated phrasing gives this much powerful feeling. This is one of those times when you've taken a very serious approach *wink! wink!* (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[PandaPeaceful]

Emotional and so completely relatable. We all repeat those words in our minds at some point. This poem will remain deeply engraved in my mind for the next couple of days. Beautiful job.

[Paul Bell]

Happy times ahead for Christmas.

[BBP]

Someday is just some day far, far away.

[Paul Bell]

It sure is. Where did it all go wrong.

[BBP]

from the start? ;)

[Paul Bell]

Wonder how we get it so wrong.

[BBP]

or right...... just depends how you look at it lol Maybe someday holds some worse s**t....

[Karmee]

heart tugging emotional write here.

[Paul Bell]

Someday might come, someday.

[Ardra]

That someday seems too far isn't it ...
you have nicely penned this one from the point of view of a lady :)

[Paul Bell]

I would imagine it's a long way off.

[Mrudula Rani]

In the early hours of the day usually when you are staring at the ceiling... it hits ! If it is raining the dawn takes on an ethereal quality, and one is prone to selfsearch. I hope with Her newfound determination, and confidence she succeedes in showing the world her true self.

[Paul Bell]

Maybe someday she will. But that will be the day she stops torturing herself.

[Mrudula Rani]

I hope she has a plan!