Wounds Poem by phyllis aster

In the midst of darkness,
There she is. standing. alone. broken.
Surrounded by the desire to leave the world
The world that showed her the inequities of life
Not knowing where to go
She sat in a corner
With her eyes filled with tears
Screams for help
Crying out to God
Asking him if he's still watching
Her cold hands touches her scars,
As she tries to heal them
The blood that flows in her body,
Burst out through her wound
But she doesn't care
For she thinks of the night and rain
That gives her peacefulness,
As each raindrop lands in her lips,
And as the dark night covered the pain in her eyes.
She closes her eyes
And leave the rest to the night and rain