Empty Spaces

Last night I dreamed that I was in my grandmother’s house, a place I no longer go since she passed away. I was staring out the kitchen window. Someone I recognized in the dream, but not when I woke up, was sitting outside in a car. They were staring up at my grandmother’s house. And this person was holding a gun to his or her own head. When I realized what they were about to do, I opened my mouth to scream for them to stop but the person did not heed my muted screams. They pulled the trigger. Only they didn’t die right away, so somehow this person went back to just before they had shot him or herself and did it again. The second shot also was disappointing, so they started over again and the third time I think was right on target. They died right away just like they’d wanted.

And I woke up.

And I wrote a poem.

Here’s the poem.

You place guns to temples
and shove them down throats.
Pull the trigger, take lives
as if empty coffins are being buried.
You are like the men who love women
without feelings,
carving out empty spaces
where once lives used to dwell
leaving behind
nothing but dirt and bones,
using destruction
to make a name for yourself.
One as ephemeral as
all the lives you’ve stolen.

Peace & Love,
Rosalind

 

empty coffins

photo courtesy of gettyimages. 

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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link: http://www.amazon.com/Rosalind-Guy/e/B00BGH5F88/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1432491754&sr=8-1.
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