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