The Song Of Yolanda

My wonderful friend Autumn, aka Mea, and I have collaborated on our second poem together, and I hope you enjoy our effort posted here. At first, I thought there would be more added to this one, but after having reviewed it I have decided that is indeed a complete work as presented here. We both hope you enjoy this joint effort on our part. Our first poem together is posted on Autumn's site, Two Little Blue Horizons, if you care to check it out. We're hoping to continue this venture of ours together and hope that our faithful few enjoy reading these as much as we do working on them together.
And, if you haven't read any of Autumn's poetry on her blogsite, you need to. This gal kicks it, folks!
Hope you enjoy The Song Of Yolanda!


Light fell upon her eyes
Revealing her truths to all who looked her way.
A boorish looking woman, until second glance
And her eyes beckoned to anyone around
And made clear her life had been so very strained.

Her eyes told of many losses
In her life, and they spoke of the pain she had endured.
Wrinkles spread out from around her eyes
Showing the strain of her years, though the years numbered
Many less than one would at first guess her to be.
Her eyes took one on a ride into the depths of her very being
The trip was not one for the faint of heart
for it was filled with many unfortunate tales wrought with pain.
Her appearance was that of a well to do nature,
Yet she carried herself with the poorness of a lowly maid.
So many tales seemed to be bursting at the seams, yet she stayed quiet.
She had told her story many a time before only to have it brushed off as nothing.
Her hands showed signs of labour,tanned up to the wrist from the sun.
Small and fragile seemed her fingers
Yet they were filled with scars.
You could see traces of dirt lodged around where one would have a fingernail,
All delicate and pretty with paint.
Hers have been chewed upon past all recognizable distinction.
So many stories screamed from her utter being.
So much sadness just sitting and waiting to have its day.
On this regular morning as the sun peeked over her shadow ever still,
Just as the birds were giving up on the drying once worm filled dew covered ground.
As ones were busy rushing about their lives with no intent or knowledge of even her presence there
It was then,
Then that the light could hold her pain no more
And it was let out.

As legends go, on this day her story became one of the epics,
The growing mountain of pain
Surpassed even her limit of tolerance
And boiled within her, the steam of her agony seeking release,
Ever searching for a way out,
Moreover, an
Escape.

No drug could have helped quiet her tongue, for her
Song of longing ached to be sung,
Loudly, and with the fiery spirit that was always
Stifled inside her.
This day among days, this day in her life
That would forever be set aside from all others
Would be the day that the voice within her
Finally sprung forth and sang
The song of Yolanda.

Yet it wasn't just the song of her pain
And suffering that would be born this day,
But the years of such a downtrodden life would finally reach their limit,
And as her song was being sung,
The build up of all those years of stifled emotions
Burst forth from her as well,
And the sheer violence of that day would become legendary and never
Forgotten by those who knew her
Or would later remember that they had known her,
And all would remember her name:
Yolanda.