#313 Sunday Scribblings - Reflect

In preparation for National Poetry Month, I've been going through some of my old poems.  I'm participating in NaBloPoMo (see sidebar link), and also Sunday Scribblings.  The prompt is Reflect.  The word doesn't appear in this piece, but I feel like it ties in with the theme.  It was written during a time of reflection and healing in my life.   I hope you enjoy reading it.

The Long, Dark Hour

A. J. Jahner

Did you know

When you slipped into her room, in the heavy darkness

That weighed down like an old, stale wool blanket,

Till a breath could not be taken.

Did you know

When your hands crept in to touch the secret places,

Terrified eyes pooled with tears,

And silent screams filled the throat.

Did you know

When mocking voice, while telling lies, shattered and

Scattered round the room, her thin, glass sheet of confidence in pieces,

And sweeping them, they disappeared.

Did you know

That over time, the shifting boards revealed the shards

Long buried; and though broken, and undefined,

Created a picture in her mind.

Did you know

It rises to the surface in raging waves of anger, exposing the heart

Of who she was, or might have been, before the darkness

And the fear betrayed her.

Did you know

She walked in shadow life, appearances deceitful, a smiling face

With vacant eyes, and now the gaping scars reveal

A wounded child, no longer hiding.

Did you know

She searches for the answers still, for innocence breached, betrayed

By trusted hands, who held the power, but by choice

Redefined a life, in that long, dark hour.

© 10MAY2008 ajjahner

Life takes us through many experiences, along many journeys.  not all are sweet.  Some define who we become, but we can choose how it will define us.  It's what we make of it, that makes all the difference.