And I Walked

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.

Reviews

[Scrap]

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

[Caite Czapowski]

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.

[Persephone Blum]

Thank you!

[Newtothis]

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.

[Kaylor Mason]

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

[mynameisyou]

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

[MOON]

Poignant, the line I walked brings out the pain.