"morning light"
it was nightand the demons that haunted her mind
loved to linger in the darkness
with insecurity guiding her
fear driving her
each lie ringing in her ear
the cell she embraced
familiar traces of love she imagined
wrongfully made dreams to esteem her vain ambition
created to fill each false hope
that one day this covenant would be made whole
that she would see the whole world
as lovely and free and pure
filled with life and art
no traces of black or blue or crimson red or white
her fists clenched as she braced herself
visions of mourning evolved into peace (beaten into place)
singing of his love from screaming profanity (taking his name in vain)
yes, these were dreams
'cause the only peace is that he is still asleep
and all is quiet
her heart has no need
but to remain in this moment
sustain this perfect breath
and to pray that morning light will never come
(the speaker in this "transcendent moment" poem is
a woman in a physically abusive marriage.)
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