She Sits Alone
The fire within her burning bright,
her eyes, now dry, once overflowed.
She sits alone and waits to write.
It nearly snuffed her inner light;
his passing seems so long ago,
the fire within her burning bright.
They don’t know grief, but that’s alright.
She braves a smile, puts on a show.
She sits alone and waits to write.
She feels his presence every night,
her heart, an ember all aglow,
the fire within her burning bright…
She longs to hold her small one tight;
the cancer, cruel, took him slow.
She sits alone and waits to write.
And so she waits; she doesn’t fight.
The words and tears, a tidal flow.
The fire within her burning bright,
she sits alone and writes and writes.
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for the Third-Person Villanelle Poetry Contest
sponsored by L Milton Hankins
written on 10/30/22
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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