Poetry— after a celebration the reality of a woman’s world becomes clearer — Floating
in a world of haste,
serenely, swooning
in a daze,
a world I can no longer
see or hear as the
silence is upon us
whilst grief still stays
in a world not safe. The scars crack
after a pounding,
shimmering in a blaze
of light.
The music blaring
hounding my ears.
Celebration now seized.
Sleeping…