Stone Heart
Sharp nails piercing fragile skin
Revealing pain hidden deep within.
Blood pouring out just like rain
Spilling free as the cotton fields wane.
Dead to life no more to live
Its hardened stone no more to give.
No one sees the scars she hides
Palms kept closed, shielding the heart inside.
©13 June 2011 Suzanne G. McClendon

Very nice imagery. I like that you know what's going on even though the poem is short. I like you tend to only write when the MOOD strikes, not a big assignment poet. I have a poetry blog here
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@Kiana
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kiana. I appreciate the kind comments very much. Thank you so much for sharing your poetry blog with me, too. I think it is great. The poem about your grandma really touched my heart.