Constance La France Poet Free verse

This Woeful Girl's Prayer

Oh, hear this woeful girl's prayer,
    such a deep sorrow sigh;
will this heart ever stop hurting,
  to Heaven these tears fly.

For here, I sit forlorn and lost,
    within this box of grief;
and fear another dawn and day,
  which brings impending fate.

Oh, I am stained with the blood,
    of love long, long departed;
I am never free from their voices,
  which call from their tombs.

Among scattered stones are names,
    my broken heart recalls;
forever in my soul etched deep,
  and on a slender thread I am kept, 
    ( . . .  tethered to this eternal grief)

But, within my soul freedom stirs,
    with strength to break away!
Oh, can I throw off this awful grief?
  Lord, can you hear this girl's prayer . . .

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July 25, 2018


Poetry/Free Verse/This Woeful Girl's Prayer
Copyright Protected, ID 18- 1045-971-01
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym.


Submitted to the contest, Best Free Verse in July 2018
Sponsor, Laura Loo

First Place

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Susan Gentry August 8, 2018 at 8:06 AM Congratulations on your win. Well done!

Connie Marcum Wong August 5, 2018 at 4:01 PM Your third stanza moved me the most in this incredibly poignant piece Constance! Congratulations on your top placement! : )

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart August 5, 2018 at 12:26 PM Deep and stirring. Beutiful. Congrtulations xomo

Charlie Smith August 5, 2018 at 11:51 AM So very well written Constance, congratulations Dear One...

Beautiful Scars August 5, 2018 at 11:00 AM I hear this woeful girl's prayer...you are so beautiful and full of beautiful sadness Dear Heart, my sweet Broken Wings. I adore your words and you are a true gift to this site. Thank you for your participation and congratulations on your top placement. :)-luloo

Joe Inka July 29, 2018 at 12:11 AM A very moving piece and so very relatable to my own feelings of late. I'm glad your soul stirs with the strength to break free because I've been wondering if grief is something we can choose to let go of or if we just have to wait for it to release us. Thanks for sharing.

Christopher Flaherty July 28, 2018 at 6:39 PM Sometimes it doesn't hurt to put yourself 1st Look after no 1 if no 1 else will. Life is full of woe and people who only care about themselves especially in relationship's. Grief is the best form of relief

Charles Messina July 28, 2018 at 6:31 AM Yes, one must take care of themselves first! I have faith YOU WILL...great poem and best wishes in the contest...:) Charlie

Freddie Robinson Jr. July 27, 2018 at 3:07 PM WoW! Sensational poem, Dear Heart. Beautiful tapestry of phrases replete in this soulful write ... Among scattered stones are names, my broken heart recalls; forever in my soul etched deep, and on a slender thread I am kept, ( . . . tethered to this eternal grief) I felt the love in this superb poem. Love waves w/smiles and smiles of joy.

Eric Boddie July 27, 2018 at 10:11 AM dear heart with broken wings....at times your words console and at others, they sting....but honesty and integrity is what they always bring....just to Beautify the song your Soul always sings....inspiring words my friend....;)

Viv Wigley July 25, 2018 at 10:28 PM Break that slender thread, Constance. A lovely piece, good luck in the contest. Viv x

Kim Rodrigues July 25, 2018 at 6:40 PM That’s one reason that eternity must exist. No other reason for us to hurt so bad. <3 Kim