This is your game.
You created the rules.
I just follow them.
I gave up my drive,
and my autonomy
to allow you to direct me.
Decision made for a life given up.
It’s insane.
Who chooses that? I did.
Why?
Scared to be alone,
frightened to live,
hard to find my way.
I let you.
You owned me.
You don’t care.
Fuck me
i wasn’t perfect
no one is
past memories sullied
fill my head
missteps were made
tears burgeon up
behind closed eyes
of remorse and regrets
the kids are grown
their lives their own
when they look back
will they tell me
hush now
surround me with comfort
or know
why i’m feeling
the inhumanity of humans
fuel nightmares
all times of the day
innocence lost
over and over again
heartbreak, pain, and suffering
monsters don’t just hide in movies
they won’t die
they reemerge
in another life
not simply a horse
a magnificent rare breed
capturing our hearts
Shocking upheaval delivered unexpectedly.
The heartache pounded harshly inward.
Internal distress burnt a tortuous red.
A deep cut surrounded by a million small tears.
The stress widened all the wounds.
Anguish and heartbreak followed.
The future, unending and suffering agony.
Sorrow and grief dictated the next steps for survival.
This daedal misery mimicked a slow death.
Love left in an upset heap, an untidy disarray of hurt.
This… this from someone who cherished commitment.
All the steps I take
for your comfort
I do without complaint.
You deserve my love
and attention,
you shall not have to wait.
May my efforts sustain you
and this commitment
be your protection.
I’ll keep you from harm,
ensuring your growth.
And I’ll rise to meet you.
Inspired by BrewNSpew – Word of the Week – 5/13/19
Hear ye! Hear ye!
The latest aristocrat has arrived!
Born to a noble station, this lad
will want for nothing except
maybe a little less fame.
All births are precious,
though royalty gets international praise
for squeezing another out.
Paparazzi delights
in another grand subject
added to the elite lineage.
The hoi polloi froth
with the news of this birth.
More gossip to be had about the royal icons.
All this attention
for something women have been
doing since the beginning of time.
This latest effort of reproduction exalted
leaving the average woman wondering,
“where’s my publicity?”
Try
to find
me while I
am hidden here.
I know you can’t see
me behind this tall tree!
This small frame fits perfectly.
Giggling at my brilliance – Tee Hee!
Aren’t you amazed at my mad skills?
Look how cleverly I’ve concealed myself!
The lessons landed later in life
I found all that was required
was to return to me
I don’t let anyone lead me
won’t follow, won’t kowtow
I realized my independence
discovered my uniqueness
understood my sovereignty
finally knew my place
and found peace in the recognition of me
