She came here, beyond the edge, because she was beyond the edge. Here, she could look straight into the tumult, because it was not her tumult, not her upheavals, not her crashing into the walls. It was not her tragedies.
Tag: abuse
It Is What It Never Was
In these hallways
I’ve created oh-so-many worlds
For the dream factory
To film its stories
I’ve created oh-so-many worlds
For the dream factory
To film its stories
Police stations
And hospitals
Apartment buildings
And condemned spaces
Secret headquarters
And schools of magic
Trust
She was broken and battered
Her ability to love
Damaged and misaligned
And yet
Her ability to love
Damaged and misaligned
And yet
There was to her
A tenacious spirit
She grappled despair
And brought it down
Smothering the darkness
Not so much with light
But with a glimmer
I thought it was hope
But it was trust
Not just the kind
Given to others
But the kind given to self
Given to circumstances
Given to time, and possibility
Liquid Rage
Once she finally saw through
The gaslighting
The manipulations
The gaslighting
The manipulations
Once she saw
The abuse
In the abuser
The anger rose
Fire in her veins
Pooled, glowing
As if lava flowed
Like liquid rage
Just below
The surface
Of her flesh
Dimmed Lights
My heart goes out
To lights dimmed
Residing in
Dark places
Their power
Long relinquished
To lights dimmed
Residing in
Dark places
Their power
Long relinquished
A pattern played
Their brightness seized
Turned back on them
A harsher light
By broken souls
Who feed on other’s weakness
Petals on the Ground
We plucked the petals
And put them down
The reds and yellows
Gently on the ground
As we intoned
An old count-down
And put them down
The reds and yellows
Gently on the ground
As we intoned
An old count-down
The beauty of a flower is
The life it holds
While purpose lives
Not in its petals
On the ground
Arranged so pretty
An artful mound
Undermined
You tear at me
In subtle ways
With unsubtle effects
In subtle ways
With unsubtle effects
Like the waves
Slowly undermining
A steep rocky shore
Righting
In the mirror
It was just the one tear
In the many streaks of mascara
Which struck her… wrong
It was just the one tear
In the many streaks of mascara
Which struck her… wrong
The tear was wrong
The conditions were wrong
Her love was wrong
He was wrong
Her life… was wrong
Just one tear-stained cheek
Afterall
It is just one tear-stained cheek
Black mascara running over a swollen lip
And onto the bruise, angry and throbbing
Like his face, when he hit me
It is just one tear-stained cheek
Black mascara running over a swollen lip
And onto the bruise, angry and throbbing
Like his face, when he hit me
And why should it be different
When I can’t love him enough
Can’t give him enough
Can only think of my wants
Of my needs
Judge not…
Judge not this race by empty remains
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?
Do you judge God by his creatures when they are dead?
~ Genesis, Watcher of the Skies
We create spaces
Walk away from them
Return, re-visit, renovate
We take what was
And make of it
Something else
Whether for utility
Or a statement
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