It was like a bull
With eyes that could pierce
And with wild rampage,
It was strong and fierce.
It was like a fire
That stung and burned
The lustful flames scorched high
As tensions churned.
It was like the dark
Blackout-- empty, void
Cold, frightening
Emotions destroyed.
It was like a snake
That squeezed thirsty for blood
It whispered, slithered and licked
Pushing its prey down to the mud.
It was like drowning
Not being able to breathe, suffocating
Breaths were stolen, innocence was stolen
Fear was permeating.
It was an ugly beast
That thrashed me to the ground
Penetrated my being
As I made no sound.
Silence, it speaks
For words to be mourned
It utters what cannot be said
Words too fragile to be formed.
Wow, Megan. What a way with words you have! Thank you for sharing about your past through the creativity God has gifted you with.
This pretty much just makes me want to vomit and weep. It is beautifully written and I hope sharing it will help you let it go a bit. *Hugs*