Vincent van Gogh, “Sorrow,” 1882 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Now years have passed, the pain is gone–
physical pain, the dreams remain,
demons, terror, always the same.
of war, of destruction, of fright–
she mourns them still, alone at night.
For evil men, she was a pawn.
They took her youth, left no trace
in tattooed arm and withered face.
The past is gone, she won’t dwell on,
memories–peace comes, with a book,
a cat, some tea, a quiet nook
in which she sits, sometimes till dawn,
longing to die, willing to live,
she tries not to hate; she tries to forgive.
This week, Jane asked us to write about pain for her poetry challenge in a poem using the rhyme scheme: abb acc add aee, etc. I didn’t use the prompt words or the image she suggested. I think this Van Gogh drawing conveys the mood of the poem. The model was pregnant and abandoned by the father of the child. She was forced to prostitute herself to buy food. Van Gogh took her in as a model, paid her rent, and shared his bread with her. The Wikipedia page has more information.