S/he cries out

S/he cries out!
Reaching and imploring God
in hopes that a blessing will come
right now.

Pleading the blood that
this to shall pass, and right soon.
But not on my time.

Standing Naked
among my things.
I am bearing my soul to all that
can see.
The only one present
is s/he.

Deep,
warm,
crimson,
feeling angry,
Sad,
haunted,
Will this ever stop,
Will the curse of my past be vanquished,
and I , Me, We, They, US,
BE FREE?

Smearing crimson warm on fractured glass,
splintered:
I am standing without my shoes.
Daring the angry pieces to cut me.
Retaliation for misgivings, and short comings.

Today,
Hours,
Minutes,
Days,
Tomorrow,
Next week,
Past and Future:
Fist balled to the air.
Hot air screaming from the bellows of my gut.
Swearing,
Cursing,
Tears....
Falling as if never ending.
The tears etch in a trail of yesterdays and today's.

I WANT TO BE FREE!

I want to go were I choose, do
what I want, be who I am
and stop being.....
Doing....
For everyone but me.

© 2011 Stefanie Stevens