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Escaping Silence
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Escaping Silence |
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voice2bheard Senior Member
since 2007-10-19
Posts 591New York |
She could never look at herself in the mirror Least not until she put on her makeup She was silenced of her words held within place Or so thats what she continued to do As her phone would go off constantly Again and again, she would hit ignore She wanted a life of freedom, thats what she felt she had However several others would think different There was always a smile upon her face As to others it seemed to look, never out of place She would go out and live her days, held within a hand As her sunglasses would shield the light that should shine within her eyes For someone so beautiful, who seemed to have it all For there was another side to her life, one that made her fall Underneath the makeup, sunglasses, and smiles Was something no one should ever see, especially a child As days seemed enlightening, enchanting if you may Her the one with the voice, wouldn't tell it to you that way One day at a coffee shop, she ran into an old friend For as they were talking, noticed bruises underneath the mends As he went to ask, she simply said she fell However he was no fool, he's seen this all to well Having a mother that he loss at such a young age He felt anger in his heart, towards the man who had such rage He wanted confrontation, he wanted an answer She said no, leave it alone, eventually things will get better As he replied It should never be this way She got up to leave then slowly turned back to him and said I'll be okay Days went by then weeks without a call He finally decided to pay her a visit after all As he approached the apartment of 305 He heard a small noise that simply sounded like a cry As the door was unlocked he let himself in To be startled by a discovery that brought chills to his skin Right there in front of him lying on the floor Couldn't have been the same beautiful women he saw a few weeks before For she had become frail, pale, bruised, even smeared As he went to her, he realized things are far worse than he feared This was no accident as he dialed nine, one, one As he thought to himself, what has this human done As he looked at the pictures hanging on the wall He saw the man who must've been, the one who started it all He glanced away quickly, wishing that he never saw his face For now there was the missing link, putting all the pieces in its place As the operator answered the call Again he glanced at the pictures on the wall A day that was once magical, now just a day she wore a dress in white As he looked down among her hands, for she had to put up a fight A gold ring that was still placed among her finger As sirens were heard, lights were flashed, people rushed, not once did they linger They had assumed he had caused such an act As he had to tell them he was the one who found her like that Police were involved as they searched for a name For once they did, for him things wouldn't be the same Twelve minutes was how long it took them to get there Yet he was the only one by her side, the only one who seemed to care As a familiar face seemed to stroll through the sliding doors He had a sudden instinct that he acted on rather quickly Without a warning, sign, or recognition The urge to ignite a hit, came with no conditions As the man turned around to question such behavior Police were there immediately, making them his savior As they put him in cuffs with no questions at all The man suddenly realized what they had discovered, as he came to a fall He tried to apologize, as he just wanted to see his wife They replied that he's seen enough, for he had destroyed such a life As they took the man in handcuffs to the back of the car They quickly strolled away, as others were watching and thinking what fools there are Back in the waiting room, he was waiting for an answer They moved slowly and quietly, making it feel like forever Finally they asked to see him in the room As he took in a breath, he would finally know the results soon They asked him what his relationship was to the young girl When he replied, she was the one that made him feel out of this world As so many memories came back in such a rush All he wanted to do was tell her how he loved her so much Afraid and worried he would now never have the chance Or when the time months before, he should've asked her to dance The movies, games of pool, number of walks, beers & cigarettes Holding hands, wiping tears, or blood from her biting his ears he would never forget The talk of a family, or moving out together one day All things he wanted with her, things he should've done everyday So many thoughts and memories crossed his mind As he was prepared to say his goodbyes Then as he was told she was in critical condition A small shred of light opened up as he breathed in He let out his breath as tears fell from his eyes For she didn't leave him, she was there, still alive He forgot all words he was suppose to say As he asked to see her immediately, right away They nodded there head as they pointed him in her direction He was relieved of such pain, wanting her affection As he went through the doors to which they led He saw her laying there silently on the bed For she hadn't moved, she remained so still Unsure of what to do, for she seemed so ill Right away he knelt right by her side As he held her hand and started to cry He heard her breathe as he looked at her face He looked passed her injuries, to him she was still beautiful with grace Right away he apologized, said he never should've left For as he felt she could've only had seconds holding her breath She tried to speak, handing him a note like he had seen once before As he opened it he realized its what caused such events The same note he had wrote to her a few weeks before Yet he had never given it to her, it must've fell from his pocket For inside the note, had contained such a locket His deepest thoughts of how he truly felt As tears fell from his eyes, he couldn't believe it himself She asked why didn't she tell him earlier for she had felt the same way He said he wasn't sure, but now everything will be okay I'm here and I'll never leave you, this will never happen again From this day forth, I will remain more than just your friend He sat there and pondered the events for a while As he has always wanted nothing more than a wife and a child While others had what he wanted so much He held her hand for he loved her touch How can such a human take so much for granted For there are no lives, that are ever really enchanted He wiped her tears as he whispered, I love you Now all it would take to make things better is for one day, we'll say I do She couldn't help but smile and thought how perfect he was As she wondered why she never met him earlier before So many things could've been avoided, even saved Yet they may not have ended up together this way She doesn't regret only embracing whats yet to come As she fights through a battle, that she's finally won As months passed on, the tragedy slowly faded She finally felt like herself again, no longer invaded She remembers the words he's said to her before One day we'll be together and so much more And as the words he spoke to her finally came true She never experienced such love for someone, as she finally said I do Kate |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Interesting. I think the concept was very good. I normally don't give out advice, but since I thought there was a very good story I will make an exception. I think this poem needed was to talk with imagery, instead of with words, because of the over whelming emotions the characters felt. Also it is very, very hard to switch between narrators or points of view in a poem. Sometimes it can hurt the flow. But a good story uses tragedy as a means to solidify the ending redemption (usually that's what it takes). Or at least that's why I liked your poem. -Juju |
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voice2bheard Senior Member
since 2007-10-19
Posts 591New York |
Well thank you, however this wasn't a "story" this was a poem & meant to be a poem, it does change point of view & that's the way it was meant to be seen as. Kate |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Poetry can have stories. Mine do all the time even though they contain little words. (: I am glad you have confidence in your work. -Juju |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Long and interesting...James |
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voice2bheard Senior Member
since 2007-10-19
Posts 591New York |
Thanks, I always seem to write what comes to me Kate |
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