Ice Beneath My Boots

I have little

but what I have is mine

It is worth

more than I could count in time

The cold reminds

me of the warmth of my heart

beating, beating

each seems further apart

As winter

my life lays down for awhile

renewing the land

as the womb does the child

Cold stills

minute details of this day

the wind travels

coming by but never to stay

Bare trees

stark against the hills

Warm furs

protect against the chill

A simple life

determination holds tight

A warm wind

will eventually come some night

I have little

what I have is mine

no one can see

in sun or storm, I shall be fine.

barb

The Exposure of Assault

A simple truth

known in the depths of a woman

acknowledged in silence

found in the haunted forest

on a moonless night.

The rustling

movement of another being

painful memories suddenly flee

deeper into the dark

on a moonless night.

The daylight

the enemy of the fear

never seeps into the deep recess

where yesterday resides

on a moonless night.

He travels

upon the tails of his power

seeking the mew of the weaker

cowering in prayer

on a moonless night.

The smell

success shall be his this night

a hunt to satisfy his lust

need will multiply

on a moonless night.

Years past by

his presence always nearby

hunger for someone much younger

fear never leaves

on a moonless night.

A simple truth

known in the depths of a woman

acknowledged in silence

found in the haunted forest

on a moonless night.

barb

Trying to explain the stigma, the fear and the anger that being abused leaves

in the victim is impossible to those who have never experienced it.

To explain it to those who have takes no words.