Left Behind by Ann Christine Tabaka

Another day of rain,
another day of doubt.
I am the rain that falls upon sorrow.
I wash pain with my tears
Storm clouds move past,
yet I am left behind.

Misgivings mount.
Shadows stretch and deepen,
blocking out the sun.
I am the shadow that darkens.
A purple pall lifts to gray,
yet hope is left behind.

Placate my wounds,
then step aside.
All agony shall soon cease.
I no longer grapple ghosts,
I learn to accept my fate,
now defeat is left behind.


©2018 Ann Christine Tabaka


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Ann Christine Tabaka has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA. Her most recent credits are: Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos; Pangolin Review, Trigger Fish Critical Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, Mused, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review; Fourth & Sycamore.



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