past lives linger long after their death,
imposing their will on future life;
shadows of decisions marring hope
of happiness to come.
she often sat in the light of a
single bulb, reading of the garden
and the One that shed (prayed) bloody tears —
amazed hers were still clear —
tracing the kinky path of her life,
longing for One with which to share a
confidence, someone tender in their
soul, and in their embrace.
Written for Three Word Wednesday (Bloody, kinky, tender) and the Trifecta weekly challenge to use the third definition of confidence. If I did it correctly, each of the 3 stanzas should consist of 33 syllables, with lines of 9,9,9,6.