An Unsavory Memory
An unsavory memory lurks
haunting her recessed mind
breaking out in a variety of day dreams
and one nightmare when she was eight
pushed back quickly
by society and socialization and religion
and her mother
Quiescent spirit lady with a white bustle
living in the far corner of her grandmother’s dilapidated shed
the one she was not supposed to be in anyway
unhappy, lost, bereft, holding out her hands
begging for some help
but she was only eight and frightened.
She ran with her heart beating so hard
she thought it might burst.
Guilt wafted in and out of her life for years afterwards.
She knew that her soul wanted to help the spirit lady.
Fear had kept her out of this shed for the past thirty-one years.
She opened the creaky door, seeing nothing but cobwebs
until her eyes got used to the dark.
I knew you would return for me, the lady said.
This time she walked right to her,
armed with knowledge that she could
steer her to Christ’s light.
Written 9-25-2015
Contest: Haunted
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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