I am a Queen

Trying out this new thing;

Called Adulting.

I seem to have grown once more

without even realizing it.

No longer do I feel worthless

no longer do I feel alone

no longer do I speak to myself

degrading

causing panic dear.

Oh yes

the blackest voice is there

whispering

hissing

making me doubt….

myself….

my abilities….

me.

Countered with

a litney of good:

Funny

Smart

Beautiful

Independent

words to some

lifelines

to keep me sane.

I stand

the pier soaked beneath my feet

deep cleansing

breath in breath out….

Golden Girl.

Golden Queen.

Golden Princess

no more.

Queen of my life

Queen of my destiny

Queen of my confidence.

Queen of my Soul.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

July 2/18

Photo by Matthew Brodeur on Unsplash

Final Escape

Looking around

where

how

can you hurt him?

Easy enough

leave

destroy

take him for financial gain

your heart never his

and steal his last hope.

With this last ploy

your colors fly true

showing the witch you are;

know you have lost

he will return no more.

Like a small child

you stomp your feet

mouth twisted in a scream

false tears

meaningless words

a conniption fit

missing only

the kicking

the pounding

the sense of entitlement

that truly makes you

the bitch you are.

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