Swinging in the Wind
A dark, cold woman,
Swinging in the wind.
She couldn't go on in this life,
And had to leave it behind.
Watch her slowly climb the stairs,
As she stumbles to her chosen path.
The rope used to chain her heart
She uses to escape his wrath.
A tear in the night, a scream in the dark,
Token moments to show her pain.
None of them matter, she is led to this,
This woman with no name.
She walks determined to her chosen point,
The love from which she leaps.
How lonely this woman has become,
How slowly she knows time creeps.
What could make her change her mind
When she has known so much pain?
Man is so skilled at inflicting torment,
But cannot remove it again.
So watch in silence as this woman moves,
Moves to the edge of her life.
Watch her lifeless body swing in the wind
Her staring eyes empty of strife.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2007
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