The infliction’s that are encountered,
Swell viciously in the belly of this woman,
About to burst open they are constantly clawing;
At the walls of personal sanity.
Oh to be released from the loneliness,
That drones on daily into weeks,
Then into months it is flowing,
Where to be at an end?
Like a river that flows frequent,
Ominous of surroundings,
Confused at the pebbles that blind its way,
There it is she sits, in that river,
Watching, waiting for redemption.
Time is so constant and the waiting is forever,
Seemingly so distant but not fatal,
There will be an end to all of this,
Where to begin?
Those emotions that are so held inside,
Swallowing up all the time;
That would be allowed for peace,
Will soon break free,
And the chains will burst into pieces of strength.