Running With Scissors
Running with scissors is her M O, not caring
the tearing that her soul brings to the fore.
Silver flashing blades of grass beneath her feet,
grasping the consequences of all her actions.
Moving through Time and Dreams,
her mother’s voice is calling,
calling, calling to the future of what was
and will not be again. The remembrance
of remorse and tears unshed, of grief,
freely given and taken, when all that is left
is love, forgiveness, and unanswered prayer.
— Kathleen G. Everett © 2012
Your poetry is always excellent…sending love and blessings, Ellen
Thanks, Ellen. Especially for the blessings – K
A poem so full of pathos, and the images of scissors, paralleled with sharp blades of grass, are compelling.
Thank you. K