Deliverance Day
Their flight of fight
Was in the dead dark night
Where movement couldn't be detected
She sat in the buried back
Where all of home was packed
Into a space that had yet to be infected
...with abuse
Only seven going on eleven
Never to be convinced of an elusive heaven
She sat in the middle of mama's mess
Forget all the ways above and around
It was obvious where down was bound
This family was getting nothing less
...than hell
For hours and hours they drove
Into a old timey pot bellied stove
Where the fire roared with laughter
Just outside of the state line
He caught her on the the edge of time
And all things altered thereafter
...in the silence
No one spoke
Fast forward forty years
Where she has dried all her tears
But still sits in that packed up car
No space for others to invade
Where her final home was made
Into a battlefield bizarre
...of fear
Even if you swept it clean
Of all that life could mean
The smell would linger in the air
Invisible strings connected
To things that others have rejected
Bringing light to her hideous affair
...still
.........no one sees
................................WHERE...........
....................................................................SHE .....................is
The rancid smell of purring cats
Tell the concerned to just stay back
Far from her sacred place
You can judge and mock
The swing of her tick tock
But this is where she sees her mother's face
...and feels her embrace
...........no grief can remove.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/19/2020
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