Thursday Poets Rally Week 35 (December 16-22)
She dreamt of this moment
to stand and amend the past
to free herself from her pain
beholding the caved in roof
door to the past lost to time
windows forever debarred her pain
and a sadness sneaked in
unwept tears of the past flooded
her unexpressed grief
the walls had cracked with her desperation
the unmoving floor had buried her blood
the pillow had shrouded her shame
scores of years she fended her fears
and tended to her essence
the light at the end of the tunnel glowed brighter