Me, Marsha Marie

The Knock  by Marsha Marie I hear a knock at the door.  I roll my eyes. Another solicitor, I thought. I gently look thru the peephole and see no one there.  But I hear a whisper.  Open. Open.  Who are you? I say. I need nothing today.  Open. Open. The whisper increases.  Look inside and you will know who I am.   No. No. I want nothing today. ....Well, maybe just a touch. Just a feeling of warmth against my body. But you cannot. I cannot.  Open. Open. The whisper snickers. You invited me over. Why else would I have come? I wonder who I so unknowingly beckoned? Is it my lover that I have been longing for? Open. Open and find out.  I stretch out my hand and turn the nob. My heart is racing. I open the door just enough to peek. His scent rushes in as a whirl and envelops me, and I begin to fall.  Deeper and deeper. A sensual purple dances around me. The whisper booms thru my body and my heart saying: I am here. I love you. I will never leave you again.   

  A Stone by Marsha Marie A dark beginning My history, a mystery spinning. Mom, my tower of strength and inspiration.  Can I be like her? Such adoration. Teenage years a blur. Then motherhood abounds. But pain my only friend as sadness surrounds. Stabbed, punched, kicked and raped. But alas I did escape. A foreign family I chose to love. Finally peace came on the wings of a dove. The happiness I was searching was a world away. For 22 years, I decided to stay. Surrendering to the man. I shook in fear.  Welcome back to America, I said thru a tear. Aged, withered and alone My loneliness makes my heart like a stone.