Bear and Pine

Bears and Pine Trees

Pines that hid and ensconced

Mist laid heavily upon the forest floor

There in that shroud,  safe and alone.

O so alone

Running towards this reprieve like jail.

Breathless gasps escaped that hell.

Roaring and growling through my heart.

O so painful.

Tearing my soul, my very being apart.

Towering within your bellows over my core

My body has never been my own.

O so violated.

You never saw ME.

You never heard ME.

You never listened to ME.

You took ME out of me.

You were the bear in the pines.

 

 

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Published by: writersdream9

I have been writing all my life but for the most part, it has been a secret. My parents did not believe writing was a good way to earn money so I hid my poems. Then one day, I wanted to comment on an essay that a friend had written and found myself with a blog. That quiet whisper inside said, "You can write your poetry and no one will ever know.". I knew nothing of followers and the like at that time. So, here I am trying to learn my craft and enjoying every moment of it. My personal details are, I'm 57, married for 39 years, have one grown son who is God's gift to us and last but not least at all, I'm a Baha'i which basically means that I love all humanity.

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