Somewhere in time
fantasies did grow
Over-taking all reality
until no longer
can one differentiate.
Was it madness?
a disease?
An escape from life?
swallowed in a mimosa of hatred
swaddled in grey.
Beating against enclosing walls
fists bleeding
numb with pain.
There is no escape from this truth
no matter how hard
no matter how fast
one tries to flee.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 24/17
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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.
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