Please Forgive Me

Gravel grinds beneath; penetrating her flesh

As grotesque shadows dance a chaotic rumba

 Beneath the light of a lamp post  

With each thrust, old stones find their resting place;

The clay beneath turns crimson as her youth dies

And flesh becomes cold to the touch  

The night is young but the day is old  

The girl cries out in pain;

Yet no sound gives voice to the horrors of darkness

Soil finds the back of her throat

Commingling with white droplets bitter sweet;

Then the choking, the gasping;

Fighting is futile;

Body  parts flailing  

She becomes a corpse without a burial;

An army destroying her trust,

A raging war;

Consumed by anger... 

Where the tormented soul of the night meets her broken spirit by day,
She escapes to a world beyond the present
On the wings of an eagle soaring high;
To a place where she does not feel,
Where she will not choke,
Where the war can be won.
As she locks the door behind her and shuts out the light of day,
She finds comfort away from her tormented thoughts.
It is here in this secret place she learns how to survive the gravel
And the soil and the crimson clay.
It is here where the flow of blood can be slowed and the white drops recede.
A world of pretend and theatre comes alive.
The lies become her reality
And the characters are plenty.

A life is lived forgetting the past,
Leaving the girl in dark isolation;
Abandoning her existence and ashamed of every ounce of her being.
Within each living cell the body carries the memories of her anguish.
She can no longer endure the sorrow.
An aching and a longing for that little girl becomes unbearable;
Rising up until one day the door is smashed open.
Shining light upon the darkness,
A ray of hope falls upon a beautiful, trembling child
Huddled in the corner of the room ...
I reach out my hand and our eyes lock and we become one.

With a loving gentle tug she leaves this place to venture forth
In pursuit of truth, to expose her vulnerability to the world,
To feel the suffering rise up from every fibre of her being.
And then the tears come.
She gathers up her broken spirit to her bosom and weeps until there are no more tears.
She wraps her arms around herself and feels the rhythm of her beating heart.
Music rises up to the mountain top
As she sings a new love song.
Nearby a voice can be heard softly saying I love you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me.