....when a woman cries.

....when a woman cries.

A Story by Prose-full

"Ears hear, soul's calm, and hearts will soften....when a woman cries."

 

 

she sat on an old rugged bench;

alone, distraught, and baffled she did look.

toxins released down her Indian-descended cheeks.

she attempted to wipe them away,

but the blood from her fingers only mingled with her tears.

 

my heart dropped to the ground,

and my eyes begin to release some pain as well.

i wiped them away quickly,

like a man that refuses to cry in front of a woman,

i wanted to be strong for her,

physically if that task was at hand

but even more so, emotionally.

 

i prayed for strength

just shy of reaching her broken body. 

she looked a bit frightened, shaken, and confused.

my tall stature does look a bit demanding.

i eased into my jacket pocket

to hand her a cloth to wipe her face.

 

her face was so bruised, eyes black, soul damaged.

her jaw must have been broken,

or maybe the pain was setting in from all of her bruises.

she could hardly open her mouth

but she attempted to speak.

 

i was amazed that she didn't walk away.

she touched my arm instead.

i tilted my head slightly to the left, allowing her to feel safe,

and to welcome her into my space and gentleness.

her eyes connected with that gentleness

her tears began to stream less

and the previous tears began to dry.

 

my heart softened, my ears opened,my soul was ready to recieve

......her verbal release.

 

 

© 2008 Prose-full


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With each word you write, you draw me into your space. With every word, I see what you see, smell what you smell and feel what you feel. How do you do what you do....not a question....just awe. Your use of the vernacular makes your writings appealing to all. When you wrote....i tilted my head slightly to the left......I felt my head shift in that direction. Again, how do you do what you do...

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem immediately brought this quote to mind: A woman is the full circle, within her is the power to create, nurture and transform.... Diane Mariechild.

This poem is very emphathetic while also hopeful. Your words always seem to flow smoothly. Comforting words that shows your compassion.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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hey my creative brothers and sisters of the pen...it's been a long time and a lot has changed. I don't write as often, I've been busy with college essays...I still love the creative pen, though. I am.. more..

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