Wednesday, April 11, 2012

After the Fall

Heart shattered
Into millions of pieces
Covering my path,
Nothing to do
But walk through the shards,
Slicing my feet
Into a bloody mess,
Another attempt
To keep me prisoner
In his private torture chamber,
No parole or reprieve,
Merely a captive
To his anger and cruelty.

I may be weakened,
Anemic and drained,
But the fire continues to burn,
Propelling me into the fight,
A fight I have no choice but to win.
The consequences of losing
Too dire to consider.


Mary said...

You can DO it!

Leovi said...

Wonderful photo, a sensational heart. Delightful B & W.