Marked for Life

I wander through the ruins,
scattered throughout my soul,
scorched landscapes, smouldering fires,
quiet witnesses of the war we fought,
evidence of the vicious destruction...

My being barely covered,
by the remains of my once white attire,
now it is stained, stained with blood,
threadbare worn, torn beyond recognition,
as gusts of wind pull at my dress,
locks of my hair cutting my face,
leaving red streaks on my skin,
causing pain, bitter memories start to surface…

Dark clouds gather in the sky,
lightning flashing through the darkness,
creating haunting shadows, images of the struggle...
Thunder roars, making the landscapes tremble,
as my body joins, caught in the unity of body and soul...

I fall to the black earth,
a pawn in the hands of all consuming pain,
uncried tears emerge from my eyes,
soft stinging of the streaks on my face.
I cringe as lashing rain pours down from the dark clouds,
even the skies seem to weep,
by the sight of this unspeakable horror...
A reminder of the everlasting scars,
that exist within me...