She would have married her rapist at fourteen
Had it been pushed. No guy wants to date a girl
That has been raped. Damage goods- that’s what they called them.
Within our own communities- often- they got sent
To monasteries out in Siberia. To silence them.
Seeking forgiveness and give them healing and peace
Which would come with other revelations-
Their own trials and tribulations.
The story of the dreamers started weaving together
A reality that felt like a day dream.
As if was deja vu and here again
On track- there was meaning to all of it
Yet it tasted so bitter. Van Gogh
In search of his ear and own sense
Of understanding in why the madness became so consuming-
Yet on the contrary, it was romanticized, the tragedy
That artists are never discovered until it is too late.
Paintings, the pictures of understanding
From the world they observed.