Flare up
of past hurt
cripples your day,
but you know
it will pass
and you’ll still be
in the present
where you have
rebuilt yourself.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Flare up
of past hurt
cripples your day,
but you know
it will pass
and you’ll still be
in the present
where you have
rebuilt yourself.
I have time,
I’ll live long after
you have died
and faded to dust,
but you will
never leave
my heart.
Slander my name
I’ll still rise again,
dancing my truth
for any who’ll watch.
Those that turn away
are welcome to leave,
I’ll still be here
for the ones who matter
to me.
See my insecurities
and teach me
I am still strong.
Hear my performance
of desperation
and let me escape
into a future formed
from cut strings.
You built me
when I was too young
to choose the parts,
structured my personality
to bend and obey.
But he found me
when I broke
and let me build myself
back up again
into a stronger person,
one who can
finally
stand up to you.
Listen to their excuses
and the whispers
that spin
the blame back to you,
instead of thank you
they’ll accuse,
covering themselves
while you sit
in the aftermath
of betrayal.
Back to that moment
one year ago,
will it be the same?
Or will that brief happiness
and tragedy
be denied you?
Which would
be worse?
Survive the trial
and cope with the wounds
left behind,
trying to perform
the tasks that define you
through the pain
of pushing
too far.
A wrong moment
condemned the years,
watching me
crawl back up
when the cloak of solitude
lifted.
Keep me motivated now
to rise
higher
then ever before.
Begin in the weekend
of alone,
split yourself
into three people
and ready messages
of lists
instead of encouragement.
Don’t you
have emotions
too?