I forced myself to have a break this week and am winding up the final days of this brilliant vacation and ready and eager to get back to my life.
Lots of writing of course, but just for myself.
Easing back in and feeling the need to post this poem.
Photo credit: Mother Nature and my phone
She keeps it to herself..
Because she hides it well..
But every once in a while she opens the door.. Lets someone in..
And shows them her sadness..
If you are lucky, maybe it could be you..
But just know you might want to be strong..
And keep your heart beating..
Because her sadness could shatter a million hearts... 🚫
Apocalyptic in her endeavor, the empress
donning sapphire velvet eyes who whispers
lies of love into the hearts of those who
dared to believe in fairytales, fell short when
she tried to quietly divulge her saccharine
stories in to my scar covered soul.
Grabbing her by the throat, I soaked in the
look of fear, the unimpaired pain twisting her
doll like features.
She wasn't expecting a heathen such as me.
There was a time I would have slipped on the
syrupy fable she would have undoubtedly
weaved into the muscle that became steel,
corrugated with sheer hatred for the one who
closed the final door on a hope that there was more. "I'm not the beauty in the fucking folktale you
wish I would believe in. I am the beast you should
warn them about, the girl who prayed for love
and found unanswered bliss upon my bent knees.
The wolf in a different version with the girl in red.
For she never cut her way out, instead bled in
her hood for the dreams she thought would come true.
I hear them whisper about me sometimes, telling
their children to close their eyes and hug their
angels nice and tight. But me, I tell them
hug your demons for they never lie,
and angels fly much too high to ever
see in a crystal sky, so look below
with your adoring eyes." 🖤