crying silent tears,
surrounded on all sides
by the harsh judgment of others.
small stones find their mark
piercing my bruised, tender
and repentant heart.
there are those who are not
content with this suffering.
quietly they yell, "crucify!"
why do they attempt to repeat
history in vain?
there is one who already gave
His life for my bloodstain.
further retribution is not necessary
for i am slowly dying
in the midst of the screams
calling for justice.
loosen your fierce grip
on the accusing stones and leave.
take your judgment and retreat
to your self-made prisons
chained by your own sins.
i feel no escape
for i am tightly bound
behind prison walls
that i deliberately built
stone by stone.
i will cry these silent tears alone,
adorned in my scarlet letter.
crimson no longer holds promise,
for this color has cut deep
and is blood red.
dina marie
march 2006
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