Footprints Of A Wandering Mind
Copyright © 2010 by Maribel Linares
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“Tears are the heart’s way of melting with emotion.”
Crumpled on a dirt floor, clutching a rag doll,
Abeni sobs so silently she seems almost asleep.
The tears trickle into ashen earth,
The girl they prayed for is hurt.
But no one is there to console her,
No warm arms to stem the tears and hold her.
This is just the marriage prize,
A passage into getting older.
The razor blade has taken away flesh
And imprinted the aching child forever,
With the brand of self-hatred.