asking questions that cared
At first, I thought you didn’t know what to say
The first sign to the contrary was your smirking
as I shared my thoughts
Your body language repertoire held hands with
your insensitive wit
As my suffering intensified, I withdrew from your
since your needle and scalpel had been deftly
applied to my wounds
So I see that mind games and psychology are
the tools of your trade
So that a woman you knew left this world
bearing your fingerprints
Would I be the next on a slab, by my own hand?
But instead, you’re gone for good - I hope
Rachel Timmins is a freelance copywriter and photojournalist based in Toowoomba. She has had poetry, blogs, devotionals and articles published in: Weekend Notes, Penned from the Heart, Poetica Christi, Footprints, The Mozzie, Studio - a Journal of Christians Writing, Valley Micropress, Christian Writers Downunder and theSunday Mail.
Her poetry has generally been cathartic which she hopes will be helpful for others. As a Christian, she believes there is help, healing and deliverance for every trial. She is also working on children’s fiction and a poetry magazine.