Fighting For a Miracle
She sits in the field watching
the sun slowly rise above the hill.
The warm rays wash over
her skin as light fills the sky.
She sits in the field remembering
the pain, reliving that dreadful day.
Those heart-wrenching words
forever burned into her mind.
She sits in the field and raises
her hand to her bare head.
Fingers gently caress the
stubble of hair slowly returning.
She sits in the field wrapping
her arms around her now flat chest.
The most prominent feature of a
woman now lost to her forever.
She sits in the field, the taste of salt
in her mouth and tears staining her cheeks.
The hope of survival sitting
just out of reach.
She sits in the field thinking
of her should-have-been future now lost.
Another prayer fall from her lips
as she asks for a miracle.
She sits in the field watching
the sun slowly rise above the hill.
Hoping for more days like these
and praying for it all to just end.
Copyright © Lesley Brown | Year Posted 2011
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