Sarah

Different colors, Different things
May I wonder what this is?


That particular color reminded me of a person--
it had a meaning beneath the painting
a freedom, worth mentioning since then


Sounds of a war, she was escaping from
Big bruises in all her body
No signals of other souls


Colors and Colors
was all she could see--
Just figures and lines
in the dead sea


Missing people all around the country
Others-- hiding in their rooms
Wishing for a miracle


Some lives lost--
became their hope to keep surviving
it was all they had left


Miles and Miles
away from home,
never gave up on her feet
--Where this could be her lead,
to a greater place than home


Ending up in a small village called Nitzanei Sinai
Fought like never before
Ending everything here, now and then


Sarah was the name,
identification ID all crocked and dirty--
of a little girl that had to become a warrior for her own salvation…


Poet: Chelsie Rivera (-2019)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

by the time she found her own freedom, her own salvation, she no longer who herself...
she wondered where Sarah had gone.
the bruises...a war....sounds like spousal abuse...and her being able somehow to escape that war.
intensity here.
j.