I’m sitting here like a wounded lioness after a battle, blood stain garment licking her many scars, as my eyes glide over me I see new ones & a tattered mane….
I’m so more wounded than I once thought I was, there’s pain even in places I can’t see, there’s wounds in places I can not reach or even where things should even be.
I’m soaked from the blood, sweat & tears that have fallen from my eyes even unbeknownst to me, I hadn’t known they were falling, I just knew my vision was unclear.
Licking, cleaning, tending to myself, I’m drained, I’m embarrassed, I’m literally in shame, has my entire Pride witnessed this scene?
I know I fought to long, I know I gave in to much, I know I should’ve left at 51, I know I should’ve moved on when my vision became blurred, because others saw my tears.
Sitting here, whilst she’s there with my dignity in hand, enjoying a laugh at the spoils she has won, mocking my wounds & making fun with her Pride.
Sheepishly I hide licking more wounds while quickly drying my eyes so no one else can see that I have lost my battle to such an unworthy opponent, such a cold hearted cheater.
I roam in high grass, to hide the shame of boasting that I had found my one an only maybe even my last.
Laying low, wounded, wet, darkness falls, I want to run and leave this place, make myself a home amung those not like me, those who won’t recognize this wounded, battle, scared face.
When the time comes, I’ll be gone, because I no longer have a place, with wounds abound my body, scars that I can not even trace, I must dig up my roots and leave this very place. Lioness I’ll be no more maybe someplace, some where I can hide or change shape maybe become a wild boar!