Ten to fifteen years.
It seems like such a long time
until it comes from the mouth of
the right person.
The smell of plastic gloves and
hand sanitizer fill the room.
She watches the Doctors lips form the words
she can hear them clearly and yet,
her brain can't seem to process what
they mean exactly.
Ten to fifteen years.
She sits in the strait backed church pew,
angry.
Because its easier to be angry than heart broken,
at least when your angry someone gets to be the victim.
Ten to fifteen years.
She wakes up and he has curled
himself into a question mark around her,
its a question mark because she didn't
find an answer in his arms that night.
Ten to fifteen years.
She gets the rejection letter in the mail, the words
" Too much of a liability"
and
" missions just isn't for you"
stand out on the page.
Ten to fifteen years
she stands in front of the Jewish
wailing wall, her finger tips are just
inches from it.
But she just can't seem to make her
fingers go those
last
few
inches.
Ten to fifteen years.
She is at the airport saying goodbye,
the girl she hugs is sobbing into her shoulder,
but she keeps her tears for the car ride home.
Ten to fifteen years.
She leans against the wall of her shower,
sobbing as the water rushes over her body
clutching her bruised shoulder,
all she can see when she closes her eyes is his fist.
She told herself that his kiss hurt worse.
Ten to fifteen years.
It seems like such a long time until they tell you,
That's all you have left.
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Poetry in Motion
PoetryThis is my first ever poetry collection and it took me a little over a year to complete. I realize the first few poems are poorly written but, I keep them around to remind myself how far I've come. Its kind of encouraging. So if you see fit to read...
