Hennaed hands

Tear drops wash away the Henna on my hands. Today is the day i tramp home over fear over someone's greed and lecherous eyes. all those moments of brief encounters have stayed with me and burn me till day like hot coal embers. they have scarred me. deep. deep inside. but he never did care pain was all that he could and can give took away my innocence joy and happiness even my smile when he went. left me nothing but salty tears streaming down my eyes. but how could i have said? all this? told about him? i would have been then branded a liar. all then would have been 'my sole fault' no one would have heard even had i said 'i am not wrong he is.' so i didn't say anything. deep inside though the fire kept burning, and i didn't want to cry yes. i didn't want to cry and so i forgave him. in his forgiveness, i asked for his life. he had to give it away. i took his life away. and today, Hennaed hands shine away to beauty i am to be married today. the scars have all but healed my revenge over and done with hurt still remains embedded in heart today. Hennaed hands. Today.i had to get this out and so i started the challenge where golden pen wrote five shades of shame. but i think i had to get it out myself too. although the extreme step of taking life away i would have done. i hope you like the poem. Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 01:46 PM PST   0 • 1