Grief

The strong winds swooned her hair in air Her tears had welled up inside to the brim They wanted to lay a distraught grief bare Stalked, abused, and stymied not to dare She could not fight alone a battle so grim The strong winds swooned her hair in air Her confidence was shattered in despair No help came to lift her worldview so dim They wanted to lay a distraught grief bare Gory tales of crushed women did a scare It seemed impossible to get out of the rim The strong winds swooned her hair in air All had chipped in to set her up in a snare Hopes belied, she could just maffle a hymn They wanted to lay a distraught grief bare She hid her disheveled face in her hands Her heart had surely melted in core sands The strong winds swooned her hair in air They wanted to lay a distraught grief bare 1.8.2020 Inspired by Regina McIntosh's contest image but written in Villanelle form and not enclosed rhyme form. Therefore, not submitted for contest.