For Show

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Elijah O’Donnell

cut flowers
damaged to project perfection

eventually, they’ll die
it’s not natural to live in glass

we were both cut in youth
damaged to project perfection

outside showed one thing
inside was a mess

both of us broken people
trying to get it right

hard knocks
every one a lesson

forced smiles
pressured lives

hard to bloom
when defeat is all you know

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Ill-Made

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She was damaged by circumstance
against her will.

The patterns of dysfunction became habits of life.
She claimed her internal baggage to carry onward.

Life was always challenging.
The rewards were seemingly unattainable.

Happiness was strived for but just out of reach.
A bitter, lonely end was her destiny.

And inevitably, she ceased to exist.

Backlash

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Guest post by Terry Susi

Just stop
Why can’t you see
I am already damaged

I am hurt
The fuse is ignited
Too late
There is no escaping
The blast

You can wrap me
In your arms
Keep the pieces
In place
Or hide
Behind your indifference
Hope the shards
Don’t slash you

I am done
It is over
I pick up the shrapnel
Now go
Lick your wounds

 

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Freedom From The Past

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“Dead family walking!”

The family was chaotic from day one.

They being an absentee, alcoholic father, and a probably-suffering-from-a-mental-illness mother not understanding love.

A child being cheated out of something before her existence had ever really begun.

So many unusual life lessons played out where mediocrity would flourish.

Determined small steps tested the authorities; she tried where she could.

Her willingness to rise above engaged with her persistently in the aftermath of their lives.

She took control of all in her realm, determined to do what was best.

The past is now safely in the rear-view mirror.

Today promised ever-increasing clarity going forward.

Black

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Guest post by Terry Susi
One of the most creative people I know, and love!

You ask for my Darkness

That which devours my soul

But do you have the strength to bare

What hides in this Cold

Layers

Upon Layers

Of lies that I’ve told

Protecting the truth of what

Feeds here and grows

Would you thrust your own light

Into the Void that is mine

Or try to Retreat

From the Secrets you find

And what if

You become

The Haunted One

Your own light dimmed down by

My monstrous one

What if the Whispers from

My darkest part

Are as knives that pierce through

Your beating heart

Words into Weapons

To rip you apart

You ask for my Darkness yet

The cost is severe

You must give up your Light

To See

What lurks here

 

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Wounds

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Deep scars embedded in our psyche.
We were marred by loved ones we should call traitors.

We feel the need to hide the frayed nerve endings deep inside.
The repeated shocks to our system and sensibilities can make us mute.

But let’s not go quietly.

Our enemies expect silence from us.
But we deserve better than staying restrained.

Not screaming to the rafters calling out their crimes, buys them a better life than they are due.

The one we were owed.

Be strong, be loud and let your wounds heal.