Broken Princess

Slumped against the wood grained door

my sword clatters to the ground.

I can no longer take the beating,

I can no longer hold the weight of my head.

Their psychic battle savages my mind;

pulling and pushing as they try to claim.

Each one wanting to lock into my soul

and pull it into their realm of hell.

I do not know how much longer I can hold on,

I can find no hole to hide.

A tangled web of colored illusions

the sole shield I can muster;

as I try to escape their rage.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 19/17




Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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