The wind blew her hair in dancing tendrils
Medusa’s snakes on the hunt for something to strike
so much pain in her heart she was blind
to the dark waves rushing towards her
and flowing away beneath her feet
the cacophony of traffic behind her
but a murmur
compared to thoughts that raged as she wept
upon metal railings that were so cold
they numbed and burned her skin
oh, how she wanted to be numb
she clutched it with fingers turned to talons
straining to hold on
using the pain to fight the pain
trying to shut out the thoughts inside that whispered
and then he appeared beside her
he leaned over the railing and said
“That looks cold”
he turned to look at her
brushed his fingers
feather light and lightening quick
to release the few strands of hair
clinging to the river of her tears
and walked away
it was that moment that she knew
sometimes healing is a choice
and only she alone
could save herself
So she did.
- Blog post 19/52 – 33 to go!
- Writing in the screenplay – Check!
- Drawing – Check!
- Feet writing & drawing – Check!
See you all again soon. 🙂