The Old Woman

A Poem By Raine // 2/22/2010

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flit by her window
lonely fingers tap panes 
softly 
 
no one hears the
gentle call and 
she waits inside alone
quiet
 
she cannot call out
to the children
skipping past along the
street
 
her voice is locked 
inside untill the spell
is broken and her heart
open
 
pain and grief are
buried in her soul
wretchedness and anger not
forgotten
 
terrible silence
grips the house
and her being in its tight
fist
 
she cannot bring 
herself to move on
and upwards to a new
life
 
so she watches
the children play
and remembers the days she
skipped
 
and leapt to dance
and to flirt with
tall handsome soldiers
smiling
 
when she was a child
and knew not
that terror and hate could
kill
 
leaves fall replaced by
laughing flakes of white
that light the happy children's
eyes
 
a tap on the door 
shocks her into 
slow movement that propels her
forward
 
again the tap repeats 
and she carefully moves
to the door that locks out her
life
 
to open is unthinkable
terrifying yet hope fills her
more impossible is thinking to
ignore
 
a tremulous push 
opens the door and 
she blinks at the bright light
shining
 
a quiet voice speaks
would you like to make a snow angel?
you have such wonderful piles of snow
here
 
a catch and cough
as she breathes in
and tries to use the rusted
voice
 
i don't know how
come, I wil show you
a little hand hugs the gnarled
fist
 
and the soul unlocks
the heart fills and the
children skip as her face creaks and
smiles
 
 

Comments

That was really sweet, Raine

That was really sweet, Raine :-)

Erin | Mon, 02/22/2010

"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond

aw...very sweet, very sad,

aw...very sweet, very sad, very beautiful.

Clare Marie | Sat, 02/27/2010

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