Broken Woman

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She speaks of the past often

Rarely smiles

Reminiscing about times when things were better

Her young face

No longer youthful

Showing lines from worry

And much more

 

Pain in her voice

An uncomfortable silence her steady companion

Words are only words

Her best days are behind her

It’s as if she’s given up

Surrendered her future

Hopeless

 

Defensive posture

Most observers miss the way she carries herself

Eyes darting

Head down

Finding the exit in every room

Fight or flight response on high alert

Escape

 

Secrets locked away

A deep vault in the dark recesses of her mind

Where angels fear to tread

Hurting memories

Waiting in limbo

Ready to pounce again and again

Dark fires burning

 

Sabotaging her future

Her emotional fire reduced to a mere spark

Blames everyone

Everything

Melancholy and so much more

The knife edge her permanent residence

Balanced…for now

 

Vulnerability

Advanced to damaged

Martyr to the cause of perpetual discomfort

Broken wings

Her angelic spirit grounded

Seeking repair

Yet fearful of the mechanic

 

Discovery

Identity of the betrayer a mystery

Manipulation, abuse, emotional distress

Jealousy imagined

Rage

Sharing space with effrontery

Hindering everything

 

The burden of insecurities

Her song no longer heard

Light dim

She flinches at the unexpected touch

Heavy hands from her past

Haunting her present

Future held hostage

 

Tears

So many tears have fallen

Out of pain, worry, and lack of understanding

She cannot see the path anymore

A crossroad brought her here

Or so she thinks

Clouded memories

 

Her delicate heart still beats

Weak but not stopping

Beautifully broken

Searching for stronger arms

Someone who can carry her baggage

Repair her faith

Restore her self

 

Wounds can heal

Those inside take much longer

Secrets lose their power once they’re spoken

A shoulder to shed tears upon

Being held for love instead of as a prisoner

An investment in time

Priceless

 

She waits with trepidation

Risking more pain

The light of day beckons her to step outside

Take a chance on life once again

Love will find her

Or so they say

Perhaps that day is today…

 

Ralph

Owner/Admin at The Gypsy Thread
As a hopeless romantic at heart, Ralph indulges in romantic poetry, but also allows his mind time to wonder across all subjects.A master of vocabulary and word-use, Ralph has a writing style that gives his works their own life, often giving his readers just enough information that they end up doing additional research on his subject matter.
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