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
© 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.