....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.
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2 Reviews Added on March 15, 2008 AuthorProse-fullHouston , TXAbouthey 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..Writing
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