Acceptance

I brood, and I snarl with disgust, watching you slither

your voice is but a whine pitched deep in my ear

a whine that I want to stop

a whine replaced by a blade?

Pin pricks dotted with blood

you yelp and you disclaim

Am I suppose to hear your sorries

am I suppose to really believe you are sane?

I know the voices I hear are my own

there are no others within my head

So here is the fear that you must accept

I am always going to make you pay.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

March 2/17

 

Look Away

Beneath my skin bloody gouges

unseen by those who say that they care

As long as the story matches the faces

they don’t need to acknowledge.

Do you hear my silent plea for help?

my eyes are bruised with fear, desperation

I stink of sweat hoping that you will notice

Unable to project my voice.

You can read about me in the paper

the guilt that I swear I hope eats

My child the one you cooed over

motherless because you did not speak…..

you did not act and make a report……

tonight was the night that the violence burst free

and tonight was the night I needed someone to see.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

3/2/17