PAST WOE

by Lindsey Harasta
(Dallas, TX)

Exoneration from past ruin
Amongst martyrs
Seeking absolution
Past woe is slain
Leaving smiles
On dusty doorsteps
The smell of bleach lingers
The reminder of past malaise
Spiritually cleansed
I put on a new dress
And dance in the rain
Reverence
Leaving flowers on graves
Sweet remembrance
And now the pain
No longer burns.

© Lindsey A. Harasta 2012