Constance La France Poet Rhyme

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Silent Pain, Screaming

When I was a young girl my older sister died,
I watched it all ... frozen by mother's side,
as the blood-snow froze, 
the strange thing is I never cried,
not a breath, not a word.

Inside my little girl soul something broke tomb-like,
in quietude ... I was quite ghost-like,
silent as a stone,
locked within a mute wordless strike,
from happy girl to a shadow.

Stabbed with death's dagger and the wound is still bleeding,
oh, the agony ...  never receding,
my soul ever bruised,
tormented grief sadly feeding,
my soul to this day pierced.

I grew up a child in anguished woebegone pain,
enduring sorrow ... falls on me like rain,
I will miss her ever,
and I will always have this stain,
of a death on my birthday.

At night I can still hear my mother's wailing scream,
a moan, a groan, a howling ... it did seem,
and within I shrieked,
I still hear mother in a dream,
and I wake and call out.

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November 17, 2022


Poetry/Rhyme/Silent Pain, Screaming
Copyright Protected, ID 11-1502-844-17
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France


Written for the Standardcontest, Pick-A-Title, Vol. 33
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 12/15/2022

First Place

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Christuraj Alex December 15, 2022 at 8:07 PM "Inside my little girl soul something broke tomb-like, in quietude ... I was quite ghost-like, silent as a stone" - Wonderful painting. Great writing. Congratulations! Constance La France December 16, 2022 at 10:04 AM Christuraj, thank you so much for the compliment and congratulations, I like those lines too, blessings

Ann Peck December 15, 2022 at 9:29 AM A beautiful poem about your deep and lasting sorrow. Sadness in childhood seems to linger in our hearts forever and emerge unexpectedly in tears we kept hidden. I wish joy for you, Constance, with your beautiful, colorful mind. Constance La France December 15, 2022 at 11:43 AM Ann, thank you so much for the compliment and comment and encouragement, blessings

Edward Ibeh December 15, 2022 at 5:13 AM Very intense, moving, excellent write, Constance:-) Heartiest congratulations on your top win in my contest! Constance La France December 15, 2022 at 11:44 AM Edward, thank you for the inspiration and contest and my placement, appreciate, and for the compliment and congratulations, blessings

Valsa George December 5, 2022 at 8:39 AM Your personal life is fraught with sorrow and heartaches of having lost dear ones. Still God has given you the grace to wade over the bog of pain and poetry has become your forte and fort. A very touching poem Constance.... Constance La France December 7, 2022 at 6:10 PM Valsa, thank you so much for the visit, yes my life has been a ravaged garden, yet, here I am a poet, writing of it, blessings

Robert James Liguori November 21, 2022 at 6:43 PM I hope you can find peace with all your pain and suffering. It can be a cruel and crazy world we live in. Constance La France November 22, 2022 at 11:12 AM Robert, thank you so much for the visit, and comment, appreciate. It has taken me most of my life to come to terms with this death so early in my life, but I am in a good place now.

James Marshall Goff November 21, 2022 at 3:38 PM I haven't been around here for quite some time Constance, but stopped by to catch a glimpse of your poetry....soul-ripping, pin-prick pain artfully presented, not one to assume a painter paints exactly what they see, nor do I consider whether this work of yours is true, but what I do know, is it drew me in, thanks for sharing! James Marshall Goff November 22, 2022 at 12:53 PM Such a tragedy Constance, will pray for healing Grace... Constance La France November 22, 2022 at 11:16 AM James, thank you so much for the visit, comment and compliment on my poem, appreciate ! Sadly, this is all true, my sister died as we walked home from school in the winter, it was my birthday, she slipped off a snowbank into the street, and I remember every single detail, including my mother screaming . . .