face reality
best is yet to come your way
it’ll be wonderful
Tag: struggles
Ripe For The Picking
virtue exploited
vulnerability fleeced
hard lessons learned
beware, evil lurks around every corner…
Getting On
Redux
The more we live
the more we hurt
first wound aching
underneath all the others
fresh one opening
creating a new tear
on the multitudes existing
Layers of lessons
waiting for a new danger
scars prickling in response
to a red flag waving
our nerves insisting on caution
our bowels all a jumble
preparing to hesitate
Safety beckons
but life still calls
ripe for a new adventure
pushing the previous pain down
putting flesh-colored bandaids
on the wounds
knowing the risks could be worth it
hoping for pain-free days
Calm
Redux
projection of strength
outer demeanor saves face
chaos deep inside
Loose Rings
Redux
The
cancer
impacts her
frame harshly and
leaves visible scars.
Her skirt hangs so loosely.
Her rings jangling so easy.
Her face in the mirror so gaunt.
These changes force her to face the truth.
Damn you, cancer! Nothing will be the same.
Originally posted 4/20/2019 on I Write Her.
Erred
Redux
You as my Lover
acting like you care
You liked to Hover
we made a great pair
But you were a Shover
found out too late
So I ran away for Cover
to escape this fate
Originally published 4/15/2019 on I Write Her. Tried to duplicate here, but the formatting is different from when I initially posted it.
Wounded
Redux
my past returns
up in my future
like hot juice
down my throat
it burns
this becomes something else
tainted and wrong
desperate attempts
at rising above
at feeling less defiled
sullied and broken
once again
first time, shame on him
second time, shame on me
a third time won’t happen
Originally posted 4/14/2019 on I Write Her.
Inside Out
sorrow evident
nature mimics the heart’s aches
hard to hide sadness
Resignation
is it giving up if
the fucks have disintegrated
when the situation has
broken your mind
your body
and your feelings
until numbness
is all there is left
when something is so undesirable
the outcome seems inevitable
prudent even
Trapped
Redux
I
can see
the better
life shining clear,
can almost taste it.
But it’s just out of reach.
Down again, gave in again
to the temptations of my sins.
Every so often I regret it.
Shame, guilt, anger, sickness, hunger for death.
Self-medication, self-flagellation;
It’s all I seem to know anymore.
The bruises of the bottle stain
my life a shade of dingy
and gray in this bright world.
Can I escape it?
I would like to
just get out
of this
hell.
Originally posted 4/7/2019 on I Write Her.
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