Those damned stubborn wheels
Written by: Michelle Elle
Old Stella spoke of bad times,
back when she refused to feel.
“Those cowboys won’t be coming no more,
their guns won’t hit to kneel.
“My scars are life times proudly worn”,
she nodded with a grin.
“But if you ask me for a story,
my words would burn your skin”.
Old Stella held the armchair,
and her fingers marked the wood.
She got up to drink a glass of water,
but before she ever could –
the glass snapped on the wooden floors,
old Stella held her heart –
“They’re here to get me, the old bastards,
they’ve finally made their shot.”
But that was no shot at Stella’s heart,
it was pure pain from the thought
that she’d have to meet her ghosts again,
one day, when her time will stop.
“Cry for your mother in a field;
Die for your children, live to feel –
but those stubborn wheels,
those damned stubborn wheels,
will still sill your heart still.”