Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Survival & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #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
extending beyond
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 Amazon. You can read her other thoughts on her blog – Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life threatening diseases
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I love, love, love his piece!!! Perfect title for the process of evolving into who we want to become. My hat’s off to Frank! 🙂 Enjoy!
Every book that I read
Every movie that I see
Every song that I hear
I let it change me
…
Every person that I meet
Every event that I partake
Every emotion that I feel
I let it change me
…
Like a snake
Shedding its skin
Only to cover itself
With a new one
To let go
Of the parasites
To reach
A new stage of growth
…
Every step that I take
Every choice that I make
Every breath that I take
I let it change me
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
but my worth comes from my essence
though new and daunting
boldly i will venture out
determination
while you are playing at living
she creates a life
bold realness
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
to magnificence
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
the stories
a warning
of unacceptability
it’s a wonder how we managed to grow up at all
the calamity
weighed down
forcing
the innards
out
revealing
wounds
unleashing
the crying girl
in the corner
where she’d long
swallowed
the grief
fear and shame
the lakes of tears
the eruption
of emotions
expanding
her chest cavity
burgeoning
so much
pain
pain
pain
and more pain
murky depths
led
to the dark matter
filling
the hole within
the rage
agitated hate
the injustice
trapped
and bubbling
the fear of implosion
imminent
the voices
of the past
scolding
an excruciating wait
for the release
from
this
hell
I Write Her 