19 years later.

In moments like this, I am grateful to be a man of prayer and of trust.

In one of times brief moments, we crossed paths on a road in Neath

her face as pale as death with a frame to match

I saw the deep lines of troubled expressions on her brow

I looked down and saw the cut marks on her arm

I looked back up and saw the darkened hollows of her eyes

my heart and soul cried out in extreme pain for her

and she is embedded in my memory 19 years later. 

Reviews

[Iam-me]

Wow, this was traumatic, heart-aching, and sad. How a moment in time is etched on your memories. And you never forget something that you saw.

[Huw]

Thanks for the honest reaction Dawn. I only write of what I have personally experienced or have been given knowledge of. Another stamp on my memory can be found here:
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Huw/1549724/

[Iam-me]

Your very welcome Huw. And thanks info to read more.