Taking Back…..

Sugar and Spice
everything nice
that is what girls are made of.
Hell no 
we won’t go.
Leave us our rights
our abilities.
Since the inception of time
men have stood
swinging their clubs
making women sheep.
Finally now
hear us roar
a woman’s movement on the rise.
No longer shall we be silenced
tied up
beaten into submission
our voices will rise.
Glass ceiling
shattering
shards of glass spew down
shredding those
who have stood here
using power to get their way.
Fear the night
looming shadows within
for come time
women will surge
darkness will be overcome.
Women will never ever
have to run again.
 
December 30/18
Photo by Andrew Vickers on Unsplash

Untitled Relationship Poem #3

A blackness welling
pain
erupting
staggering
brings me to my knees.
I gaze back
through filmy gauze
tears forever falling
anguish forever welling
it hurts so much
memories stirred.
One drop
one memory
torrential downpour
flashes
better times
my heart
breaking in two.
How do I explain
the wretchedness enveloping me
when I wear a smile
never letting my pain near?
The core of my being
hollowed out
whittled away
empty
stolen love
gone
like yesterday.
I weep…..
I weep tears
night after night
soaking pillows
cry myself to sleep.
In my dreams
I find you 
still loving me
holding me
needing me.
Day’s break
pain settles over
bitter sweater
stitched with my tears
how do I learn
to let you go?
 
December 29/18