As the night growls from behind;
A body stands on edge;
Precipice taunting a promise of death;
Never sure if the wolves deserve a feeding;
Giving up or giving in;
For those without feeling;
Will never understand;
Pretending there is no empathy a difficult option;
As emotion steals the moments;
Wolves become frenzied with anticipation;
Waiting for their feast;
A body cocoons in a hope for momentary peace;
Delicate wings poke through;
In a warriors stance;
A body will take flight;
While stepping over the threshold of choice.
With a nature as big as the wind;
She flew tails whipping behind her;
Bursting through, she screamed;
Built up fear pushing her all the way;
It was a chance not easily given up;
Unknown forces inciting a whisper
Promising a destiny of advantage;
It being the only way to the top.
As she lit the way by his gaslight;
She learned to plan ahead.
Only but a snakes skin to be shed;
Deep within her heart a love rages on.
By natures patient ticking clock;
She knew the end is near.
As the little girl dances;
The little girl soars.
As lives came and went;
I never found him;
In madness and faith I believed. And believed;
A taker just a taker;
A giver that can only give;
Together they never must live.
Resentment insidious as communication lacks;
Unbridled passions just dying to burst;
As the victim plays on, in the game he called love.
Freedom won, no redemption is sight;
As I give of myself no longer.
His next victim, he seeks;
With charm oozing from his pores;
In hopes of a new gas lit hole to command;
A beating heart to steal, just so he can feel.
I had this ‘gem’ hidden in my drafts. I am glad I found it because I was afraid of writing for a while, because it tells my truth and I felt such shame. My shame in being with a man for so long that never really loved me. Only needed me to further his unrealistic ideals of being a ‘family man’. I was the older women, dreaming of a white picket fence and the idea of going at life with a loving partner by my side. He promised me marriage, even after he changed his mind and didn’t want to marry we still had a beautiful baby. I wanted my daughter and wouldn’t change that for a thing. However, much to my dismay and later my relief, it did not change the fact that he never really planned to marry me. It turned out that he is a narcissist, and I felt trapped. I held on for far to long and had a hard time accepting the fact that he could only take. Never give. If he gave, I would have to pay, somehow, always. Now I am on my own again, extremely thankful that I never actually married him. Now I am thankful for my freedom, my security, and my authenticity. Things I was so desperately missing while I was with him.
As a reflection
I leave you forever
Let go, let go, let go
Fairy tale dreams
Of romance just another afterthought
Weak bonds turned inside out
For all to see, the real me
The real you, no hiding in shadows
No lies untold as truth prevails
Endings of bittersweet pallor
To many good ones had to let go
For new beginnings and new endings
I say farewell and bring it on
No more going with the flow
This year I will create it.
via Daily Prompt: Year
Today is two days after Xmas. Princess Leah is gone. Jabba the Hut anyone? She was beautiful inside and out. Come on, Lenny, Prince, and David, just to name few more. In my humble opinion, Princess Diana was the beginning of the end of my generation of people taught to be obsessed with attention. I would just like make it passed this years finish line before another exctremly influencial ‘Demi-god’ leaves us. RIP Ms. Fisher.
Never passed that threshold
True empathy and love
Sorrow consumes a lovers
Heart with time
Wasted in ignorance
Awake in a narcissistic dream
Believing that love could
Really be the only
via Daily Prompt: Liminal