Blackout: Brooke Gray
As I wake on this mid-summer day
My skin damp and my dress wrinkled with dew
Surrounded by hay I realize I am not where I usually lay
And I remember toasting to the fond memories of you
How everyone thought you were so kind and caring
I wonder how long I laid here, drifting in a black sea
No longer am I angry with the news I had been sharing
No longer will you and I open the doors with a church key
The longer I sway here in this field I come to touch with who I really am
I harvest the thought that I don’t need you to make me complete
I will no more sit beside you like your adoring fan
The wind blowing you out of my mind like just another piece of wheat
Standing up I walk home head held high and I go to shower
Scrubbing you off from me because waking up alone showed me I had power
I wrote this sonnet for my creative writing class, however, I wrote it around the time that we were reading Robber Bride and it really inspired me to write a poem about how women are not weak and we can move on and be strong after a break up.
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