The Window Poetry

The Window

A willowy figure stands by the window.

The light from the fading day shrouds her in shadow.

A wisp of hair billows near her face from a breeze of unknown origin.

 

The veil of darkness across her face fails to hide the tear falling slowly down her cheek

and falls silently to the ground in front of her, unhindered.

It is only one and belies the deluge that remains held in by her will.

 

Her eyes look blankly out on the people walking in the park just beyond her window.

She longs to join them and escape the abyss where she finds herself.

Her thoughts and breathing cease as the heavy footsteps draw nearer.

 

She prays that he doesn’t see her and that the footsteps pass by and disappear.

They don’t.

Instead, she hears them slow and then stop.

The footsteps are now replaced by his filthy mouth drawing in air and expelling it again in her direction.

 

She knows that soon his footsteps will begin moving closer and she will be unable to stop him.

 

Her eyes lock onto a girl in the park beyond her window and she fervently wishes she could be walking next to her.

Talking about their plans for the school break or laughing at silly jokes.

Anything that is different from her grisly reality.

 

The footsteps begin again, getting louder and closer.

As his enormous hand grabs a mass of her hair, she grieves.

She knows that safety and life are just on the other side of that thin pane of glass.

 

~ Diana Wells

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