The Flood


The Flood

She hiked through the backwoods
alone in her toxic thoughts
again, her life was filled with emptiness
love had passed her by.

Her teardrops like a downpour
storming down her face
trepidation in her footsteps
she felt vulnerable and used up
she was damaged goods.

She didn’t deserve to be treated like this
it wasn’t the first time
numb to the outside world
a trickle of anger broke through
now weeping profusely
the flood broke loose.

She didn’t notice until the damage was done
she had cried a river of tears
and by losing herself
it easily

© Rebecca Sanchez 2017

Written for the prompt “flood” with my friends at Poets United. I animated the artwork which I used as part of the prompt.

24 thoughts on “The Flood

  1. She didn’t notice until the damage was done…such a telling statement. so sad for “her”. Hopefully the flood will also cleanse her of her toxic thoughts and fill her with new light. Excellent poem.

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  2. I think in this sense we need that downpour and flood to clear out the toxic self-recrimination as well as the anger. But, oh, it would be good to have a friend standing by to help us climb out of the deluge when it has outlived its usefulness. I’ve been morning one loss for decades, but somewhere in there, I stopped being lost and found my feet again. You have revealed a truth.

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    1. You are so right, Susan! It would be good to have that friend standing by but not all of us are lucky enough to have a friend like that. Sounds like you know of what you speak. I think we’ve all been there in different degrees. I am so happy you found your footing again! Thank you for your comment!


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