by amahlalaAberdeen, South Dakota, USA
Aug 2009 617 Views 15 comments
Perforated Resistance
She struggled in the mornings light to see that which he saw...
Each brick placed so precisely, named one, named all.
This is for the hurt, that one for the pain, this one named denial,
All set smooth and bladed with her tears anchored in the mortar.
Breath gasping, heart tearing, the sound alone did make her scream.
For there, in the mornings light, did she see the perforated resistance and the walls slowly crumbling to let her soul be free.
Each brick placed so precisely, named one, named all.
This is for the hurt, that one for the pain, this one named denial,
All set smooth and bladed with her tears anchored in the mortar.
Breath gasping, heart tearing, the sound alone did make her scream.
For there, in the mornings light, did she see the perforated resistance and the walls slowly crumbling to let her soul be free.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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Comments (15)
the heart.Very clear meanings.
thankyou again
bless you!