Groomed

Once upon a time,

I believed I was a princess

held captive in an ivory tower;

I must have been four or five.

There came a time when protection was rescinded

the mad King made his move

and no longer was I the pretty princess

I had become a child to mold.

My self loathing, my desire to hide

took me down roads no one should travel.

No woman should believe that her worth

is based upon sexuality.

I crept and crawled, pulling myself along

consecrated land

While the demons within wailed and fought

to be free.

I explode free from notions and conceptions

I retain the right to mold myself

to come back from the horror within.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 7/17

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

2 thoughts on “Groomed”

  1. I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I sat down to write a light poem about hope and love and that is not what my mind decided on. I hope you enjoy.

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