XIV. War

It was only now, looking back in borrowed sight, she understood just how naive she had been.
She had been blind to the ways of people.

Catalina believed that when the world spoke, it did so with conviction, with truth.
But she was deaf to it’s slander, it’s malice, it’s torment.

Her actions had arisen only out of love, out of hope.
But now they were feelings she wished she could banish, for what good can they do?

She was face to face with their consequences.
Her family face to face with war.

© elenaxtina.com, 2015

9 Comments

  1. Hauntingly beautiful in its construction, transcending across several planes of humanity. What good poetry is supposed to be and do.

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    1. It was the easiest one to write. Thank you X

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      1. Good poetry arrives when we look to our emotions and let them speak for themselves, when we abandon the filters and interpretations. Often, your poetry does that, making it quite enjoyable. I always look forward to reading your poems to see where you can take me next. Thank you for sharing.

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      2. I agree, I get a better response when I write truthfully. Thank you X I hope I can give you other enjoyable installments :D

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      3. You already have. All you have to do is keep writing.

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  2. this is a very beautiful and emotional poetry – constructive and keeps you stay strong…

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    1. Thank you X
      I was hoping it would simply say a lot in a few sentences :)

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