Tuesday, April 1, 2014

A Purple Heart

By Lisa Marie Harmon

She wore a favorite purple shirt
The day she learned the truth
It didn’t stop the stabbing hurt
Or take her back to innocent youth

She ran through purple flowers
Tried so hard to get away
She ran, it seemed, for hours
But truth was there to stay

She glared up at the purple sky
As her dreaded day drew closed
The many tears she shed, now dry
Her mind and body, now composed

She walked back through purple flowers
Steadily mustering as she went
The total sum of all her powers
Control of every sentiment

She opened wide the purple door
Choosing to be strong and brave
Deny the truth, she would, no more
And thus, no more, a slave

National Poetry Writing Month entry, day 1.
Prompt: Something Purple

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