She sits
and leisurely
stirs her coffee
as her mind
is entangled
in the pages
of her book.
******
No one matters
in that room
no one dares
to interrupt
the sanctity
of her personal
time with herself
******
One who
once loved her
and knew that
she once loved him
dared to enter
her sacred space
without permission
without head
touched her shoulder
hoping to speak
kind words of love
to her once again.
******
Her eyes met his
and the wound
ripped open
with shards
of her soul
stabbing the
scars he was
so willing to give
so unwilling
to see as
he looked upon her
with a dashing smile
confidence or vain
******
With a firm
stance of a warrior
she peered
at the loathsome
being standing
before her
as one who
expects to be forgiven
one who
expects to be heard
one who thinks
there maybe a chance
if he just
could only
give her a hug
******
He stinks
of greed
He stinks
of pride
He stinks
of betrayal
as he approached
the woman's
sacred space
he knew
her love waned
from her soul
and he saw
that he
no longer
remained with her
******
His eyes
darted left
then right
as he continued
his advance
her gaze
held steady
on him
causing him
to pause
and stop
to think
as her eyes
didn't blink
but grew dark
and burned
his soul
******
He squandered
years of love
to fuel
his pride
relished in
his vanity
for he thought
she would
always be
there for him
when he
wanted her
to be
******
He called
her name
and no
reply came
from her
sweet lips
he body
stiffened and shifted
in her chair
on that day
******
No hello
no hug
just a glare
that said
"just let me be"
because she knew
He was okay
with causing
pain in her heart
he never
considered how
expensive he was
to her well-being
because he never
took in account
the cost
of his actions
on others
around him
******
He just thought
He was so
valuable to her
that she
would forgive
and forget
his dastardly deeds
so vain
she thought
so weak
he remained
in her darkened
eyes and mind
that he himself
was rewarded with
******
She closed
her book
her mind
her soul
and her body
to him
and hugged
herself with
her woolen coat
and brushed
past him
and left
the man
she once loved
behind
alone
with himself
she whispered
I wish
you well
I wish
you healing
I wish you
understanding
of who
you are
and who
I am
the one
who once
loved and believed
in one who
didn't believe
in the kind
of love
she gave
About the Creator
Sheila L. Chingwa
Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
Comments (3)
Very good! The flow is great!❤️Very much a heartbreaker!
Heartbreaking!!! Powerfully written!!! Love it!!!
I love this poem. I love the strength and the passion. Excellent job!!!