Heard for the First Time
by Deborah Breuer
Her eyes held water like a dam,
Glistening green iris achingly trying not to show the pain as she picked up the pieces of shattered glass.
Dropplets of blood dripping across her knuckles as she recalled him asking that redundant but obviously rhetorical question that echoed down the hall.
And as always
she had the internal battle of should she or shouldnt she.
It would be the last time, THIS TIME, she assured herself.
No longer would she be his _________.
No longer would she let him ________.
And no longer would their, no, her home be tainted by a remembrance of broken arms, black eyes, or bruised lips.
No, there wouldnt be a next time, no waiting, and no light steps
She would walk with thunder in her shoes, ice in her eyes, and a roar in her voice screaming:
I am woman, hear my declarations of rights and wrongs
Feel my touch,
Respect me for all Im worth,
Know me before you fuck me,
But now, you can miss me
Remember the curvatures of my embodiment, all that encompasses me,
The love I gave you with no reciprocation in site.
Feel the hollow wind fill you, circulating within your cold soul,
For youll never fill me with your negativity, your shallow embrace, or your anything, everything, and now NOTHING.
Now, forever, and tomorrow.
I begin a new journey.
Posted on 10/04/2006
Copyright © 2020 Deborah Breuer
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/26/06 at 08:49 PM|
Awesome! I wish that I could write like this.....
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/09/16 at 12:40 PM|
I can totally relate to shallow embraces. They are the most egregious sorts of frugality during such times as one needs a lavishing of sorts. This is a wonderful poem.