A Story

A story
trusted
the wherewithal
reminder
Did you ever stop to think-
sometimes you don’t realize
until
you look around
and ask yourself, what can
I do to make things better?
She sighed.
One night
She found it hard
The future
but not
the way it felt to be
beneath a blanket of stars.

come here
way past
aged by grief,
a hard edge
taken advantage of
Or fooled
charmed by anyone.
The grip of
just anyone.

-every small effort
would fall short.
she feared
missing something.
a bit shabby and worn.

the grief seemed so real
so fresh
her gaze
sad and solemn eyes.
decided to stay
instead of traveling the world.
had the opportunity to
make better lives

No one would dare
to be the one
to suggest
should not have hurt.

scars
round and symmetrical.
they were from burns
smoldering
rage surged inside her,

Unbidden.
lethal
hate
like a hurricane
all-consuming rage
the hollow echo of
limited success

her heart,
her happiness.
her seclusion,
her placid, secluded world.
awakened in her a restlessness,
some essential component was missing
there didn’t seem to be a thing she could do to stop it.

enough,
no more
curious pitying stares of strangers.
she’d run
She’d have just one chance
And in the meantime, she prayed

blew away
blame
getting behind
considered
standing
to see
A murmur
the effect of
done

She raised her
imposing figure
all over the world
to say
home
merely
was
around

spreading
spokes in every direction
inquiring mind
soon to be
open
formidable.
a cross between
bright-eyed
big dreams
and
character

keep
reason
hope
unfettered by convention
compete
to be heard.