Manuela Cardiga - Guilty Pleasures and Culinary Treasures

RIDING ON THAT SILENT TIDE

there is no spring
there is no breath
of hope to warm
the chill of no-home

a woman cried,
and clung to her pain

there is no blossoming
on these skeletal
bones, dark trees
dead eyes, wet streets
sleet-glazed debris

a woman cried
and attributed blame

god killed, did the deed
made her plead
god chilled the dead
hands of her child
god lied

a woman cried
and refused the balm
of tears, facing fears
sharing years of pain

a woman cried
and in her pride
she cried alone

MC