The injurious are on the prowl.
Instinctively my guard goes up.
Hurling words to pierce the psyche.
Expectedly waiting for more of a beat-down.
Another and another and another.
The taunts ricocheting inside me like a ping-pong ball.
Humiliation the game, the victor, no one.
I feel desperate and alone. I want to cry.
Fear, sadness, and agony achieved.
I don’t know how much longer I can take this!
Bored, looking for the next target to feel superior to.
I’m exhausted from this continued abuse.
I need to push myself over the edge to freedom.
Originally published 7/16/2018 on
I Write Her.
Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Survival & Reena’s Exploration C hallenge #221
a series of building blocks
set the foundation master them well or fall like dominos but know life is a strategic gamble not mastered only with good guidance individuality, authenticity, and risk add value a quality of life maybe
swirling atop mist
chains of green chromosomes life developing
leaving mother’s milk behind independent now
change enveloped me
two decades have passed I am not that girl
You miss my laugh
in this telephone call I am morphed by care
Seven bullets in his back
in plain view of his children all because his skin is black
I’m an idiot, forgive me
said the man I love it was someone else who ran away
Chrissie lives on the south coast of England and is much traveled. She writes articles, essays, and poetry, and is published by many publishers as well as appearing in quite a number of anthologies. Her latest collection,
Caught By The Moon, is available from . You can read her other thoughts on her blog – Amazon Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life threatening diseases
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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #152
i am a person rich with history
a being crafted by circumstance yet molded into conventions scorched by defeat and beaten down yet uplifted too and enriched by love
the many layers of who i am
will surprise you if i let you in only a dignitary of high regard steps past the guarded walls of my heart safety first, comfort later
i am a library full of books
a theatre full of people i am a museum full of art and a deck full of music my worth comes from my essence but
though new and daunting
boldly i will venture out determination
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while you are playing at living
she creates a life
versus attempting a performance
sad, little man
fraudulent and disingenuous
while she’s real
you’re under a cover
to hide your petite emotional stature
your true nature
one which will never blossom
a waste of skin and body parts
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #124
fear-mongering from infancy
forcing acceptable behaviors
through mental scars
morals etched in deep
with vivid stories
petrifying children into submission
the fairy tales last forever
in the minds
of impressionable children
the morals passed on
lurid and shocking
mean to stifle and suppress
it’s a wonder how we managed to grow up at all