The Spirit Within Her

Her spirit is crushed
Like so many times, before
She can not find her happiness

Their laughter and fun
Lost its direction
To her heart

The joy they share
She wishes to have
But can not enjoy

Now left by herself
Her cries of the heart
Cannot be heard

She tries to share
Her burning torment
Their scrutiny she can not bear

She says the words
They want to hear, but still
Her heart is bursting with despair

Her feelings set afire
She holds back tears
Knowing one day they will all be gone

The path to ruin
She walks devoid
No sanity left to make amend

— Barbara Writes, Apr 20, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins, Shakespeare, , Emily Dickinson, , , Whitman, Jess Tapper

Critiques

Nilmini

18 years 1 month ago

Very Sad

Your poem filled my heart with sadness for the lonely girl! I wonder why you write Cannot as "Can not". Was it done purposely? In the 1st line I'd like to have 'crushed' instead of 'crush'. It gives the meaning better. Out of all I like the line, "Their laughter and fun Lost its direction To her heart",best. Regards, Nilmini

Barbara Writes

18 years 1 month ago

Thanks Nilmini

Smiles:) Barbara can not-- it's a typo-- thanks. Crushed is perfect. I wasn't sure whether to write it that way. Your suggestions are very kind

Nilmini

18 years 1 month ago

Cheers!

I'm pleased to know that you are happy with my comments. Enjoyed reading your poem & looking forward to read more! Cheers, Nilmini

rider68

18 years 1 month ago

Hi Barbara

This shouts of a Mothers loss, children venturing leaving the nest, For some the realization that we as parents become secondrey, Sadly a time of trying to rebuild an independent life, I know i rant at times of the kids under foot, "But" they are young men, even so i will dread the day when they arn't there to moan about, Very Nice Barbara Best Regards Peter

Barbara Writes

18 years 1 month ago

Thanks Peter

Smiles:) Barbara Here is a mother depressed not able to enjoy the fun and laughter of the children because of her sickness. Realizing one day they'll be leaving the nest. And all opportunity will be lost. Those moments cannot be repeated.

rider68

18 years 1 month ago

My Heart Bleeds For this Woman

If i was close by With this old aged Bulk and weathered face, I would give a hug and let her know that new friends are standing by, peter

Barbara Writes

18 years 1 month ago

Thanks Peter

Smiles:) Barbara Friends are priceless.