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

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