The Victor Weeps

The Victor Weeps

A Chapter by Constance
"

Yep, had a bad day.

"

There is an echo resounding
Somewhere in the back of my skull
Twisting its way into an epiphany
Sharp as a frozen arrow of thought
A memory you gave me without intent
In the burgeoning of my young reason.

There is a dull edge on my knife
I can't cut your words away forever
Instead have distilled them into
A bitter pool in a chamber of my heart
Stagnating, putrefying, acid that eats away
At my resistance when I don't pay it mind.

I pay it mind most of the time
Most of the time you are a memory
Nothing more, or less , not a part of who I am
Yet still sometimes I have a chink in my armor
And let you back into my thoughts
To wreak havoc and toy with my self-assurance.

I am the victor, but I still bear a wound
That chooses when and where to weep
Gangrenous in the anguish of its sweeping tide
Pouring itself into my being, completely
Inundating the me I thought I am now
Drowning out her little voice.

Can you hear her in the night?
The little girl whose tears formed
A woman who cries with a different voice
The little worthless crumb of a soul
Who dared to seek your kindness and love
And emerges when the woman least expects her?



© 2008 Constance


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wow sounds like you were burned bad... this is very well written with lots of heart in it... thanks so much for entering it in my Let it go contest... Nicely Done!

~Frances~

Posted 15 Years Ago


Grappling with your fight to become the victor; your wounds crippled your emotions that generated a haunting pain to release you from the grips of your past. When you finally succeeded you were overcome with a tremendous wave of relief that washed radically from your puffy window of your mind.

That's the vision I got when I read you poem. A well written, truly emotional, and poetic peace; which I enjoyed experiencing. Nice write.


Posted 15 Years Ago


"I am the victor, but I still bear a wound
That chooses when and where to weep"_ you have realised the humanity.

Posted 16 Years Ago


so full of energy and emotions well done

Posted 16 Years Ago


WOW, love these descriptive verses of disgust
'Stagnating, putrefying,acid that eats away'
'Gangrenous in the anguish'
This is some seriously great stuff
I enjoyrd this and will check more
J.P.O. et

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is obviously from the heart. Scars from deep wounds may never heal, but as you have shown here, at least we can get some great writing from them. Well-written, well-versed and well done!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Constance
Constance

A Small Town in, KS



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I write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..

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