Bruised Petals

it wasn’t the hand that struck
and threw you to the wolves,
but a mother’s ice-coated stare,
that turned your world to ash

bruised petals wilted, took
fragility & replaced Heart
with Hard ~ no room for youth
in a poisoned home

there is nothing left on this putrid earth,
so place your hope upon the winds;
sleep, child ~
and dream of better days.
One photo, two poems… a challenge amongst friends – without peeking!
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About Miriam E.

Somewhere along the way, I started writing. If you care to look beyond the jokes & smiles, you will find me a bit of an introvert, spinning through life one clumsy step at a time, fortunate to not have skinned my knees one too many times yet. When everything gets a little too drowned out by the white noise of this planet, I tend to reassemble myself at the keyboard in an attempt to slow down & breathe. English is my second language. I love how it feels on my tongue and how the words can be shaped and sculpted, so be patient with me β€” I am experimenting. Enjoy, if you will. Miriam
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17 Responses to Bruised Petals

  1. Oloriel says:

    Very sad and deeply striking.

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    Your words struck very close to home. Powerful piece.

  3. prayingforoneday says:

    WOW..That was sad and good at the same time..
    The little girl in the picture has passed?
    I loved the read but it was kind off raw and emotional..

    I hope you are keeping ok


    • Miriam E. says:

      … i don’t think so, but that’s how i saw her.
      i’m good, thx – hope you are, too… and i seriously need to get to bed…

      • prayingforoneday says:

        Many years ago it was common practice to dress your child after passing and take a photo to remember them. I am doing ok, awoke in pain, got 4 hours. Least it was some sleep.
        Hope you are doing ok Miriam

  4. sakuraandme says:

    Oh boy! Chilling, beautiful and deep! Painfully beautiful. Hugs Paula xxx

  5. There are so many different kinds of abuse… indifference and being ignored can be just as painful to a psyche as a physical beat down. This poem was heart wrenching. Kind of reminded me of Martina McBride’s “Concrete Angel”, though that one was based on physical abuse.

    • Miriam E. says:

      Thank you for reading, Kitt. I have to admit, I never heard about ‘Concrete Angel’ before – will make sure to check it out. Unfortunately, there are way too many ways to cause pain… indifference is one of the harshest in my eyes. Thanks again for the comment – truly appreciated. πŸ™‚

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