Voice howl in the wind.
A great call is stirring in the east.
One of sorrow turned to rage.
At such on going hate.
And as it bubbles over and brews,
A great pain stabs at my womb.
What darkness has come from a once safe place.
But screaming and crying it broke from it's pit
A scared life giving home now a ripped blood filled sack.
If only I could have held it inside of me...
And so the cry deepens.
Howls of pain and regret.
But even in the pain,
A refusal to be drowned out.
As mermaids scream from the waters,
No longer sweet or alluring.
This call has been spoken
Whispered and screamed.
It's a feminine call to wake up
It's a female rage.
Asking....
When will it be enough.
About the Creator
Lane Burns
I am a Poet and an inspiring short story, one day novel writer.
I like to write in free verse mostly, but am heavily inspired by Emily Dickenson, and tend to create my own rules and ideas as well.
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