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 thoughts on “XIV. War

      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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