Trueheart

Beholden
to public
to reality
to images
past
present
future
is something remiss?
I am not who I seem.
I am not who I play.
I am a woman.
I am a toy.
I am……
submissive.
Cradle my head
hold my soul
care for me
while I long for
it all.
Misconception
weak I am not
giving up my faith
my trust
my everything
to give you control
to allow you in
to let you lead…..
something most do not understand.
I desire
need
feed
on structure
rules
guidance
for I would care not for self
if you did not insist.
I am worthless
unless I am in your eyes.
I am crying
unless I am in your arms.
I am dying
alone
scared
desperate.
Please
oh please
keep me safe
hold the monsters at bay
while I sleep.
©July 4/19
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

3 thoughts on “Trueheart”

  2. We have changed style here from the more recent posts. I still like the way this is written. The anger and dark have been put aside for the moment. Without, I hope, causing embarrassment this one is saying ‘I am a woman, I have desires and needs to be met’. If that interpretation is correct then this is a lovely expression 🙂 🙂

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