Moonlit Wonder

When I was a young  girl
mama warned me
showed me true
all would try to use me
to get what they want.
Sweet words
cooed in my ear
slowly stroking my hair
feeling your hand
(all hands)
caress my curves.
Made to feel safe
made to feel secure
your promises
wrapped in golden ribbons
bubble around
protecting me from the world.
(First razor word
sliced through my heart)
Crimson blood wells
turns like a knife
battlefield on my skin
mouth your inanitites
eyes flat
your lies float in the air
(There is no escape
there is no where to run
I will find you always
promised on the wind)
Forty One.
I thought for sure
as I record your name
in my Book of Death
that you were the end
only to discover
that mama was right
men should never be trusted.
©July 29/19
Picture via Pinterest

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

10 thoughts on “Moonlit Wonder”

      1. I agree. Yes. They are. I don’t think I was ready before to accept goodness for myself. I’m not even sure I’m completely ready yet. But that is the goal.

        Before my divorce I started working on my childhood issues and self esteem. As soon as I got divorced I started working on my physical self. Now I’ve been working on deeper inner scars and skeletons. I feel like I’m still cooking. I’m still trying to free myself from my own shackles, but I feel like what I want…..what I have wanted my whole life is headed my way. I don’t know when, how, who, or where, but I am leaving the light on. Trusting myself. Believing that not only is it possible and I am worthy but that I won’t self sabotage myself either.
        Just those thoughts alone are a monumental step for me. Just that makes me aware of how much I’ve grown as a person. That alone makes me happy. Strange as that may seem. That alone for now is more than enough.

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  1. My favorite so far of all the prompt responses, I love how much your poetry goes with the pics, how do you find your images? Even though poetry is not my thing, yours draws me in. Maybe I have a dark side too and I should explore it!

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    1. I have an idea and punch in words or combos until pics I like pop and I scroll. I am always lucky to find pictures that speak to the poem. I love my datk side. And the last couple days have really sretched my imagination


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