Best Poems Written by Chelsea Wade

Catharsis

A steadfast gust from the slamming of the door
grazed the terrain of her peach forearm
Her tiny chestnut hairs stood tall as
the ancient oak tree towering over their backyard

Signs of spring were blossoming 
While a once euphoric state withered around her
Plucking any stimulus from her diminishing being

Tears dangled on end 
of her spider-clumped lashes
She faught their release
for the journey down her visage 
would only confirm his twisted exposition


How could the beholder of guilt
Be the bearer of insult
He could accuse of her unfounded infidelity 
Well knowing his conscience was faulty

April rain purifies a soiled seed
Instilling deep within her
the catalyst for new being
A worthy blossom she is 
and wither she will not

Copyright © Chelsea Wade | Year Posted 2005