She layed battered in the corner
each bruise a story in itself.
Angst traveled, pain...
always delivering bad news.
Inflictions of self-doubt ran
its course; all she knew to manifest
wasn't pretty, she never felt pretty
either.
Purple, she could here its impact and growth
as it made homage on her body. The depth the hue
an accompaniment that she carried in her soul as well.
She was dying and she knew it. Her will begged one
last time for recognition.
All she could see, purple, her body once lithe and
creamed complexion, now layed dormant. She had manifested
something new today...to be unrecognizable.
"I want to live", she said to herself. She glimpsed out
her window to see the swaying of beauty and of life.
She touched the bruises on her body,
and realized that purple was never meant
to look like this. As a child it was
always her favorite color.
She closed her eyes and remembered the days
when her father took her to her favorite place...
the purple fields. Surrounded in flowers,
she could smell the lavender in the air and
hear the whimsical song of happiness.
She arose from the corner...and ran for her life.
Author notes
This story is of someone that I love dearly who was once a battered wife.
A contest entry
- speaks in purple by Cat.
700 points, ended November 14, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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wow.. this is quite a well told story- i see it as more prose than poetry - but that said.. i do think you've done a beautiful job with it and i see your muse hard at work presenting this piece..
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thank you for such a touching entry...
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i am glad she did arise, there are women who fall into victim trap and enrages me that they fail to realize their own self worth. or those that hide from life...this purple has passion for living, and that is always a great thing.
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good take
I liked this piece. It's the best I've read so far in the contest. I like the contrast between purple bruises and a childhood play field. I like how even pain brought a pleasant childhood memory and gave strength to flee. Well done.
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Thank you for the awesome comment!
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a color purple that is only beautiful as it fades away
from body and mind and finds freedom from abuse... so very well done, poet raises her voice here so very well...PK
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Pkid...its been awhile! Smile. Very busy at work, and found sometime for my musings. Thank you for the lovely comment.
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powerful. beautiful. heartbreaking. brilliant.
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Wow, thank you so much for the comment. I wrote this from a very deep place within.
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