Thursday, May 15, 2014


He holds everything over her head
controls with word or phrase—

  and her light disappears

She no longer thinks,
no longer cares; only aware
of the sadness, the loss
     the ultimate cost

…and it always comes down
     to the cost… in the end.
Doesn’t it?

Why fight for control?

Why struggle till nothing is left
  but impressions and cast-off
   of who she might have been?

Ginny Brannan 2014

Not the usual but where the pen went today. 


  1. ugh...dont know if i would be struggling if i were her...or leaving before my light was completely snuffed....

  2. Dark, but very well done! Brilliant title.


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