frozen pipes hardening a heart
toward two sickly tots clutching her skirt
day after bone-chilling day
haunted by the specter of her wayward husband
ensnared in a raven-haired web
fair-haired Sylvia waiting and watching
the ripping apart of her once sun-drenched world
hears eternal sleep’s siren song calling
seal off the world, knit a cocoon
soothe rubbed raw senses with colorless fumes
drift away on a nothingness haze
disengage mind from body and watch it fall
a discarded dishrag on the cold kitchen floor
memories of barely surviving
my own private take no prisoners war
itch with the slow healing scars of betrayal
wondering where all that passion and angst goes
leaving behind a faint whiff in the air
Author Bio:
Writing has been my passion since I first learned to read and write. For me writing has been a way of keeping me balanced in good times and sane in bad ones, The written word helps me to better understand my world and myself. I have written poems, short stories, and have kept many years worth of diaries and journals. Marriage, children, and two decades of working with high risk youth and families left little time or energy to seriously pursue a career as a writer. In the last two years I have at last had the time and opportunity to enroll in writing courses at my community college and begin submitting my work. I am currently working on a novel and a short story collection and always, always poetry.