Grief-Stricken

The strong winds swooned her hair in air Her tears had welled up inside to the brim She could not fight alone a battle so grim They wanted to lay a distraught grief bare Stalked, abused, and stymied not to dare No help came to lift her worldview so dim It seemed impossible to get out of the rim Gory tales of crushed women did a scare She hid her disheveled face in her hands Searched for an inner strength gone trim Chance of lifting veil of darkness was slim Her heart had surely melted in core sands All had chipped in to set her up in a snare In muddied waters she couldn't well swim Hopes belied, she could just maffle a hymn Her confidence was all shattered in despair 2.8.2020 Modified my Villanelle poem titled Grief to enclosed rhyme form. Be Inspired Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh.