She

by Mo   Aug 7, 2007


She sits in the window
pale and blissful
the wind giving free lashings
to the leaves and their foes

She masters the art
of breathing
without clouding up the glass
so she can still see as she cries

She hasn't been here long
enough time to notice
that things get heated
that she's not wanted

She sits alone
watching the lashings
come and go in waves
a mirror of her worse days

They argue
in the kitchen, late
when they believe she's asleep
and the wind rattles her insides

They point the finger
twisted and twig like
so she knows its her fault
so she knows she's alone

But still she sits in the window
happy to have silence
aware she's got no one
but the wind at her back

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  • 16 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    Very beautiful... great write...

    "aware she's got no one
    but the wind at her back "

    ^^so touching...

  • 16 years ago

    by hadia

    Wow, so professional.
    i like it!

  • 16 years ago

    by 4 track demo

    Reminds me of a TINDERSTICKS song
    in a really wierd way...
    and thats a really good thing...

  • 16 years ago

    by Cindy

    Very intense piece. The sadness and dispair cry in this write.

    But still she sits in the window
    happy to have silence
    aware she's got no one
    but the wind at her back

    This stanza really touched my heart. How many times has this been felt.
    Excellent job!
    Take Care Cindy

  • 16 years ago

    by Miu

    Sad! I like how this is, making readers think who or what is that mysterious she. I understood that you where writing about a little girl but upper a reader saying you wrote about fire faces. I can be very wrong:) Also, discriptions were great! Very deep poem.
    Keep writing 5/5

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