Maybe
She would find herself
Sitting on the wooden floor
Hands grabbing knees
Crying over
What used to be
The kids
The car
The money
The dreams
....Love.
She would mourn her losses
As a child would
Not quite understanding
The pain she felt
Licking her wounds
Picking at her scabs
Continuously
Obsessively
Pick, pick, pick
Picking at blood
And whatever is left exposed
And still pumping
Involuntarily
Maybe
Still withdrawn
And painfully alone
She would hide in the corner
Of whatever hole she made
Her haven
Sanctuary
Papers
And cryptic words
Finding the rhythmic verses
Soothing prose
Her own poetic lullaby
KEITH R. WILL..., 2 months ago
sweet, and poetic
boydmiller, 2 months ago
God Woman…you really are good…I love this…where do you find the words…I want one of those word boxes….
lolowe in reply to boydmiller’s comment, 2 months ago
Lol thank you Boyd. I wish I had a word box. Half of the time the words are still stuck in my head <3>
I appreciate your comment :]
Sally Omar, 2 months ago
Absolutely AWESOME!!!!!!! Went to favs…Sally xxoo
lolowe in reply to Sally Omar’s comment, 2 months ago
Thank you Sally :] I appreciate it!
Sally Omar, 2 months ago
There are so many people on the Bubble…never came across your page before…you are
awesome….Sally xxoo