Collateral Damage

We lose friends. We are hurt by those meant to love us. We struggle to find answers. We will likely never have resolution. We might find comfort simply by accepting the reality We are just collateral damage.

Rambo

The sun strains in whispers Washed under roars of thunder Flaming sparks elucidate Hallucinate Motley limbs scratch their crooked nails Across the glass summon a monster’s ball Close the curtains lest they grab hold Placental encapsulated protection Birthed in resistance and objection Insensitive creatures Breed sensitive souls Cut them down to discourage growth Cord poison…… Continue reading Rambo

Come With Me

Days of the innocent Children go outside, get lost in make-believe Carrying secrets not knowing the weight Believing the same of their playmates As they grew with invisible cracks Fractures in a vulnerable infrastructure Building blocks of brain damage Recognized when I left Remembered when you howled Catastrophic collapse Razor sharp relics resurface Regurgitated into…… Continue reading Come With Me

Proceed with Caution

One of the great challenges for those who have survived abusive and neglectful parents is that there is often a part of us that is still waiting for them to love us, even if there is very little chance of that happening. Locked in an archaic mindset, we continue to go back for more, looking…… Continue reading Proceed with Caution

Extreme Measures

Can you see me Breaking chains Mend your own fence I’m busy building walls With secret doors and secret codes Fending off facetious followers Who plague my peaceable Queendom The time for niceties is done and over Worrying what I give you and you take from me Fearing rejection and reckless promises No more fabricated…… Continue reading Extreme Measures

Sinner

  I chopped off the head of a snake once. I am responsible for the death of millions of wasps and spiders. I tried to save the field mice, but there were just too many feasting off my food and fouling shelves with fecal matter. I know, I know, it’s barbaric behavior, and I beg…… Continue reading Sinner

Beauty and Bruises

  If you can no longer handle my truth If you can no longer handle my voice If you can longer handle my strength If you can no longer handle my beauty If you can no longer handle my bruises You no longer get to be in in my tribe