For a long time
she buried her songs
ground deep in marrow
hummed low behind her story
painted soft into dusk
but then her addiction to
sorrow grew too heavy
and her blood gasped
for breath and she burst
loose, found herself
broken open
like eggshells
staggering with
pain and hope and some
-thing else,
something deeper,
loud
some small
destiny or
its filtered, ghostly
mate, chance.
With one glance,
she makes
her choice:
sets free
her voice.
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Prompted by The Sunday Whirl Wordle. To see the words and play along, click here:
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/04/08/wordle-51/
Excellent, loved
hummed low behind her story
painted soft into dusk
but then her addiction to
sorrow grew too heavy
This is good for The Mag pic too…hmmm
The only way is through it. Glad she finally broke free 🙂 Great use of the prompt!
OMG De… what a release!!! I feel like I know her… She is that inhibited woman we all keep tucked inside for old times sake!.
De, I like how she sets free what had been buried. And your lines about destiny and chance – wonderful.
Richard
I like that idea of destiny and chance being related. Nice write. – Thanks, De.
Thanks, all.
“her addiction to sorrow grew too heavy” … Tis a real affliction.
Yes, ma’am. ‘Tis indeed.
For a long time
she buried her songs
ground deep in marrow
Such a deep burying indeed, really feel it in these few well placed words, De! Excellent writing these days, my friend!