Late November Shadows

Echoes of a battle, a winter's tale,

Trapped in a car, where the heart gets pale.

Lenexa dreams fade, clouded by fear,

A purse by her feet, danger so near.

Late November, the days turned cold,

Struggling to survive, our story unfolds.

Living in silence, with whispers of dread,

Her fury ignited, my heart filled with lead.

Oh Lord, her temper, a storm I can't quell,

In that small town, under a personal hell.

A fire in her eyes, a demon's cruel song,

I should have seen the signs, I should’ve been strong.

Frustration boiling, can't move her feet,

And in an instant, chaos will greet.

Before I knew it, my fate was sealed tight,

Caught in the crossfire of her desperate fight.

Oh, I could feel the weight of it all,

Flying objects, a heartbreaking fall.

The charge of a laptop, it struck like a knife,

In the midst of the madness, I fought for my life.

Heart pounding wildly, a primal call,

A survival instinct, I had to stand tall.

Threw it all back, the weight of despair,

Opened the door, fled into the cold air.

Panhandling shadows, a desperate cry,

Living with echoes of her angry goodbye.

She tossed the purse like a child’s last toy,

So reckless and wild, robbed of all joy.

I should have known, the danger was real,

Each moment with her, another raw deal.

Late November, where trust turned to dust,

Innocence shattered, but still, I must.

Now I rise from the ashes, I'm building anew,

Leaving the baggage, of pain, it is true.

The memories linger, but hope lights the way,

In the depths of darkness, I’ll find a new day.

Oh, I could feel the weight of it all,

Flying objects, a heartbreaking fall.

But bruises may heal, and scars they will fade,

From the shadows of sorrow, a strong heart is made.

Late November, I learned how to fight,

In the depths of the night, I found my own light.

Lenexa won't break me; I'm standing my ground,

From the ashes of pain, a new self is found.