Leaving Nightmares Behind

They pooled their pennies
in dire need
of leaving the litter
of their lifeless, haunted
existences behind.  Impacted
by a threatening storm,
they held hands, walked quickly,
stepping out of their remote,
cold homes where no
illumination ever touched
their lives, and no one
ever held them.  The road
ahead would have many
obstacles, a small price
to pay for obliterating
those scenes of childhood
stamped on their souls.

 

Written for:  http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/#143
Words:  scenes, impact, litter, illuminates, need, lifeless, haunting, price, pool, one, storm, remote

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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York, though I now embrace the Pacific Northwest as home, residing with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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4 Responses to Leaving Nightmares Behind

  1. whimsygizmo says:

    Ohhhhhh. This is dark, but hopeful. I hope they found brighter days ahead.

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  2. Myrna Zach says:

    after watching Osage, Orange County this resonates

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