No one heard the sobs racking her body
or when she tried to move on, go on, lift herself up.
After she jumped everyone wondered why.
What could they have done if they had seen?
They saw her vibrancy, her abilities, her gifts,
the joy of being around her; her presence and her
smile was a gift. They saw she produced, helped
others, was vital just by existing. They don’t
know why, they never will.
Everywhere they go now they see her tears,
see her face, recognize the legacy she leaves
with her tear stained life. They know it wasn’t
their fault, it wasn’t about them, but still they
see her face, her life, her hopelessness captured
on the walls of their minds. They wait with dread
for even that vision to fade one hue at a time
for where there is no future, there is no vision.
10 comments:
Sad, sad, sad poem, Judy eerie too
I liked how you found a way to capture all of the solid but indifferent surroundings within the whole image, and incorporate them into her story.
Elizabeth
Judy, a nicely woven story set to the art.
Pamela
Such a beautiful interpretation of the street art!
face on the wall
The face demands a response, doesn't it? And I love your response. It was heart wrenching, and a reminder of so many who give up and fade into the darkness though they have many gifts for themselves and the world around them.
-Nicole
Haunting Judy. I just read it six times straight through, Suicide does haunt, as does the face in the prompt.
Oh, how sad. And sadly, all too true.
Judy, Your deep exploration of the girl's expression turned into something beautiful and tragic. I like "hopelessness captured on the walls of their mind." Great line!
~Brenda
A strong poem on a difficult subject, Judy! A portrait, with an extremely strong ending.
Oh I loved reading it. haunting ... kinda stays with one...
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