Retribution

Slay them with those killer eyes
Burning bright
Revenge
Desire
Need.
Blood red lips
Carmine nails
Toes tipped with scarlet.
Hips swaying
Strutting down the street
All men stare
Licking their lips
Wondering if they should dare?
Evil stalks the night tonight
Dancing and finding its way
Stiletto heels
Rat-a-tat-tat
Hard on broken concrete
Splintered dreams
Glass crunching beneath her feet.
Hard up against the wall
A hand gropes up her skirt
Dismissive 
She turns her head
Refusing to give
Even a smidgen of power
Allowing no fear 
To mar her beautiful face.
When they are done
She takes out her gun
Blowing them all away.
A heroine 
A blackness 
A fear
Retribution has come.
 
December 25/18
Photo by Sofia Sforza on Unsplash
 

Untitled Poem #12

I look back
fondly at times
angry at others
on memories I have of you.
From the day we met
to the last one
where you lost
the best thing
the best person
to have ever entered your life.
Pain radiates
filling the gaps left behind
our family destroyed
children left mewling
at mother’s breast
while you just…..
went.
Divorce is never easy
ours so acrimonious
vile words
accusations on both sides
bleeding tears
aggression
finally to being done.
I watched you walk away
a sharp wrench
heart breaking
you never looked back once.
December 24/18

Happy Anniversary to Me

Good morning all.

Today is going to be a little different. Over in Facebook land I have been doing a countdown to today. Have caused not a little bit of confusion over there as I am right now. With all that goes on over a year long period changes within yourself (myself) can create a completely different person.

On December 23/17 I could have killed myself. Not intentionally but I had gotten to such a point in my life where I was trying so hard to block out the voices in my head. The ones telling me that no one cared. No one had time for me and my petty problems. So I downed handful after handful of pills that day. At one point, while at work, I took over 30 pills. To subdue the voices, to make me stop feeling. The higher I got, the less I worried.

I spent pretty much the entire year of 2017 in a depressive state. I was drinking heavily. Taking pills. How I did my job at work, as a mother, a friend, I do not know. And it is not like I did not try to stop taking the pills. But they were my out. My crutch when things got really hard to handle.

I should have realized as I became more reclusive, cut off people that I spoke to on a regular basis that something was wrong. Did part of me realize? Most likely but that voice in my head kept talking, kept telling me all the wonderfully wrong things about myself. My girls, they tried to reach out to me, they tried but I could not let them see me like that. They did though, cause I have some of the best girl friends on the planet bar none.

I ended up in the hospital that night. Was put on leave the very next day. I could not stop crying. I could not stop apologizing. Once more I had fucked everything up.

What happened to me last year was what I call my kaboom! I fell down. And let me tell you I fell hard. All those balls I was juggling came crashing down on my head. One after the other. When I woke up on the 24th, I had a massive bruise on my arm, my forehead hurt and there was a bruise and my tailbone. As you read this you are probably wondering what the hell I had done.

I literally fell down. I had pulled myself up off the floor (I had been hiding under the desk so I would not be on camera) and tried to sit on the chair.  Which rolled away from me and I hit the floor while cracking my head and arm on the desk. I had been trying to make myself throw up which did not work. I was in a horrific condition. How I still have a job I do not know.

At the hospital that night, I sat in the waiting room with two friends to see the doctor. I was not considered to be an urgent care so it was almost five hours before I was called to be taken to a room. I had a variety of tests done. Bloodwork. Urine. Heart. The concern was I could have damaged my kidneys. My heart was racing overtime. Never mind that I was groggy and really just wanted to sleep.

It was after midnight, Christmas Eve, by the time I got home. The friend who drove me to get my car followed me home and went through my cupboards. To ensure that I had no more pills. I threw out everything I had when I got up later. Not the pills I had been taking but Advil, PMS meds, if it was something that could be consumed and possibly get me high, I threw it away.

My Ex came through in a big way. He supported me. Not once did he call into question my ability to mother. Not once did he point a finger at me or make me feel that what had happened was wrong. He had been through this once before with me, but this time when I hit my rock bottom, I hit it hard.

Poor T. He was so lost and feeling like he had to make me feel better. I look at him now (I mean the poor kid has witnessed not one but two depressive episodes with me) and I fear that I have caused some damage. He does not like to be away from his dad or me for too long. He will only go on sleepovers to his best friend’s home, no where else. He gets anxious and has ridged rules which cannot be compromised. I need to tell him in advance if something is going to change in his normal routine. I did that to him and I do not know how to fix it.

I was abused by my father. I knew this. My mom knew this. My brother well he knows without knowing. I charged him. I went to court and testified against him. I chose not to follow through when enough evidence was found to go to trial. Than I spent the next 20 years or so until his death, fluctuating between wanting him in my life and wishing that he was dead. I shoved everything down.

In previous posts (from the start of the year) I have detailed my account of what happened. The voice that was on repeat in my head, was his. He told me as a child I ruined everything. I was made to feel small, belittled and abused. I kept all of this inside where it ate away at the fiber of my being.

I began counselling. I admitted that I had very little recall of my childhood. I remember select things, like my brother’s birth and my reaction. However I mean a little terrorist had just moved into the family (ha ha ha) who the hell would forget that? But my life except for certain things, before the age of about 12, is a foggy blur. Memory wise.

My counsellor explained that this was not unusual in abuse cases. That my brain was hiding from me what it felt I could not handle. I was not to go poking around trying to recall anything because well my brain would not let me. I was worried too, that I was making everything up, that none of this had happened. My fears were put to rest again by my counsellor when we discussed this. Never mind the fact that I could recall my statement to the police nigh on 30 years later.

The worst for me was a cycle of three days. Three days were I was slammed with memories that froze me. That made me scream. Quite honestly, I had one memory that actually made me scream in terror and pain when it hit me. I felt like a black hole had opened up and swallowed me. I doubled over with emotional pain, pulled my knees up and was in the fetal position screaming and crying.

The other two memories were bad but not as bad as the first one. The first one is when I realized/remembered/learned that I had been younger than 12 when this abuse started. That is the one that ripped a hole in me. The other two left me shaking and in flight mode as adrenaline coursed through my body. And while they were just as horrid, by day 3 I was nearly comatose. I was going through the motions. I was a robot. I was raw. And in pain.

Now let us fast forward to today. I have been pill free for a year. I am stronger than I have ever been in my entire life. I believe in myself and that fucking voice well it is gone. I have made peace with myself. I am confident and I believe (lol Eminem song every time I say that statement ‘I believe’ I hear him in my head) that I am worth it. I am worth time, care, love and a happy life. I am worthy to live this life. The chains of my past which had shackled me, held me down, they are gone.

I am in a really great space. I have learned to trust and love. I have learned who I can count on. Who is there for me even when I am at my most ugly. I have learned how to accept my emotions, my pain, my fears, to let myself feel them and deal with them, not hide from them. I have learned how to care for the small girl inside of me, who was so hurt and harmed, we have become one again.

So, happy anniversary to me. I am so very very proud of myself.

 

Untitled #1 Relationship Poem

These ideals
dreams that I have held
your voice
your hands
your desire
I know
I am…..
not what you want.
I have no need to be supported.
I have no need to ask for money.
You do not understand
how to relate to someone without wants
someone
who can take care of herself
can fend for herself.
Not that there are no wants.
Fiscal they not be.
Wants of…..
 love
desire
make me feel safe
as you have before.
So easy
better for you
to be the provider
the one in control.
When it becomes equal
your fears
my tears
you turn to leave.
Me…..
I wait
hoping your answer
will not make my heart bleed.
December 22/18

Adrift

Daily 
she stood upon the widow’s walk
eyes straining to see
masts against the sky
her man coming home 
to her 
at last.
Like a wicked tale
storms
bedeviled ship
abandoned
floundering 
no where near here.
When at first 
the day did pass
no ship on the horizon
she worried not.
Now 
a decade later
she knew he was not coming home
he would never be back.
A heart can be broken
yet not accept the truth
tis easier  to ignore.
She bedecked herself
in garish make up
clown like 
her gown sparkling
with tiny glass pieces.
When found
picture in hand
they all agreed
finally now she had peace.
 
December 22/18
Photo by Casey Horner on Unsplash

Next Fix

Dreams scattered
shot up
carved away
lies told
to starve the pain.
Litter in an alley
sodden
soaked
in cheap liquor
inadequate
to subdue shrill shrieks of
defeat.
Dozens of men.
No longer do they
fall at her feet.
They throw dollar bills
degrade
debase
earn enough
to buy that next feed.
Hunger like an animal
clawing internal
spiraling through skin
til creepy crawlies
snake their way out.
Felt all over her body.
Gaunt
destroyed
hollow eyes stare out the window
slack mouth
sightless
only desire…..
her next fix.
December 21/18