And I Walked

And I Walked

A Poem by P.S.

I stood with my back to the house, and I walked.
I wore only my nightgown, 
soft and thin and pink,
and I walked.

My feet were bare,
but I felt no pain.
My legs were heavy, my eyes were sore, my face was crusty with tears,
and I walked.

Mother had picked him over me
again.
He had yelled at me a cussed me out and blamed me
again.
and she, as always, took his side,
and loved him most, so I got up my courage
and I walked.

Not a coward's way out, but the way of the warrior,
I thought.
Three miles to fight myself within my mind,
but my depression was strong,
and I walked.

My wrists were sore from last night
Able, as I was, to rip and slice and mangle,
I didn't want to die like that.
So I moved like a ghost, early in the morning,
and I walked.

I made it to the pond,
so they called it. More of a lake, really.
It would be cold, and there would be leaches,
and I would spend my final breath in it's slimy grasp.
And I walked.

© 2012 P.S.



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The strength defeated. Such a sad end. I cried.

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is powerful, but I really enjoy it. I liked how you started off so soft and then as the poem comes to end you have this strong imagery in your head. Its fantastic.

Posted 1 Year Ago


P.S.

1 Year Ago

Thank you!
Incredibly powerful imagery here..."soft and thin and pink" a precursor to the more violent "..wrists were sore from last night....rip and slice and mangle...". Thank you for it.

Posted 5 Years Ago


The hard, lonely road from abuse to freedom is a truly terrifying one

Posted 5 Years Ago


Thank you for reviewing my poem. And your poems are powerful. Thanx for sharing. And by the way I love your "About."

Posted 5 Years Ago


Poignant, the line I walked brings out the pain.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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