The Refugee
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This is about a woman and her child running from the war in Urikaine. The feel of warm water clensing her body as she reflects on her journey.
“The Refugee”
She stood naked
as the soft sprinkling of
water cascaded down
her war torn body.
The scent of concrete dust
still in her veins.
The sound of bullets still
ricocheting through her brain.
Black powder on her skin.
The long frozen road.
The nights without sleep.
Her baby in tow.
The raping of her soul.
Running for life,
Away from the fight.
Leaving footprints in the snow.
Bloodied glass on her domicile floor.
Her tears poured
as the water caressed
her tried body
washing away those sins.
A bar of soap
will never erase.
A fountain of warmth
will never reclaim.
She somehow survived
those evil men.
Reflecting the life she led
before they came.
The warm water
streams down
her naked body.
3/12/2022
Copyright © Lon Wartman | Year Posted 2022
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