Broken I be

I think I may be broken.

No tears.

No anger.

No love.

What is love?

I do not even know.

Not the love of a mother for her child.

Nor for the love shared by siblings.

I mean romantic love.

Where birds fly in heart shaped formation…..

squirrels

blue jays

woodland creatures

live in harmony.

Fairy tale fantasy.

That is not what I want.

To be honest

I have an idea

it just does not translate.

I know what I do not want:

Prince Charming

Knight in shining armour.

I want:

Jester

Knave to keep.

How though do I love?

This is such a dilemma

for I want to love

want to care

but

I am Broken.

March 15/19

Enough

Hallowed eyes

silent screams

there are times 

when death would be preferable.

When one’s confidence

belief

worth

is torn apart with…..

poisoned words

thrown as darts

piercing through skin

skewering the heart.

What is the point?

Why live??

Continue on???

Each fist 

broke not only bones

spirit

love

laughter

one never knew what would bring it on

the rage

the beatings.

Enough…..

Murderous thoughts

began to show 

one knew he well

when it should on his face.

Enough!

Gun bought

hid on the grounds

waiting to be used

to destroy the monster

who once had been her…..

Lover

Husband

Monster 

hiding behind the mask.

 

March 15/19