Reblog – effigy

There are just no more words. This piece is so raw with frustration, a rage that hasn’t an outlet. I was planning on posting this today anyway, but damn, seems like it is right on time.

House of Heart

She no longer recalls or feels

Freedom is not a concept

The curve of her back is wired

with filament and straw fills

the space that held a heart

Constructed for crows her limbs

are stripped of flesh

her pupils fixed in the dark.

Her lips are strung with suffering

she no longer speaks because

there are no words that

cut deep enough.

Metal woman

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Flailing

you know the times
i speak of
when things are out of control
feeling beaten and flogged
by circumstance

they are a test
of our structure
our resilience and strength
shall we bend or shall we break
beneath the pressures

with perseverence in those times
it forces us to grab hold
to stretch to new postures
straining new muscles
all the while, enhancing our existence

Endurance

Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Happiness & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #186 – We don’t need you to make us feel safe, because you made us feel brave.

always cursing the heavens
while life constantly threw itself at us
but yet
despite the struggles all around
the misfortunes endured
we found our way back to happiness
somehow grateful for the experience
and the lessons taught
the grief of loss
showed us we could endure
the reverent conversations with mother nature
went something like this…

we don’t need you to make us feel safe, because you made us feel brave
we had to be

Droughts

I began to pour the whiskey; the drought detrimentally hits my psyche. My melancholy was a symbol of how low things had gotten. 

Yet, the history of farming has shown us we could still get a sign that things would get better; maybe we will eventually have a week of rain where our crops would thrive, and we could slide into the red with our harvest. Our human rights end as we want to experience them, end with the constant onslaught of a tested life, bringing hardship to the people. Thankfully, the government helps us during these crises with subsidies.

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #506

Light Darkness

those alive continuously waver back and forth
experiencing one or the other
and inhabiting this space
in each and every shade in between

maybe it will be the tragic stain of black
covering them entirely in darkness
or perhaps the gentle brilliance of the sun
lifting them into the light

as their canvas layers thicken with experience
dabbed hopefully also with acceptance and grace
they come away with their unique shading
blending the opposing colors of the spectrum

Arduous

i know i should be your champion
your friend
the best actually
always by your side

but i’m not your mother nor your shrink
and i’m way too old
for these repetitious struggles
leading nowhere

how can i keep fighting for someone
who has worn me down
to the point
where i don’t even fight for myself

i’m exhausted
and filled with anxiety
staying shackled
to a future which remains elusive

i’m spent
and not in a good way…