Gilded Cage

Broken and bruised

tattered and torn

eyes haunted with stories untold.

Drifting

uncertain where to turn

until you are washed up

upon the shores of time.

I heard the screams again last night

the brutal rage

it throbbed and rang

filling the air

until I could take no more.

You allow this.

I do not understand

why can you not break free?

What keeps you within the gilded cage

when he beats you

and rapes you

making you less than….

I told you that this was the last time

I would stand by no more

and so I did

shattering him to the core.

I sit in the car

red light bleeding over my face

and though I know I shall burn;

the relief

the smile

that I saw upon your face

will make me happy forever more.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Thought #4

We are all imperfect. Striving for perfection is an unacceptable practice for it destroys the confidence, the self-worth of the individual. I know that it did for me.

Our imperfections are what make us the most beautiful.