Wounded Widow

Times are…..
it is hard to remember
when laughter and light
humor and satisfaction
were higher on the list
than pain and despair
black holes and depression.
When I wore more smiles.
sadness prevails
grey gloom
situated over top
rain forever pouring down.
I turn away.
Promises have/had been made
sharded porcelain
as sliver thin scores my skin
fistful of hair
pulled out.
Throw me against the wall
down the stairs
tumbling head over heels
you scream
you swear
you tell me
slather me in spittle
how this is my fault
my temptation lead you to this place.
Times become…..
spooling ever outward
droplets of claret
count one…..breath
count two…..breath
count three…..breath
hitched desire to live.
Bones knit
slowly fade away
fear turns to resignation
resignation turns to rage
rage turns to…..
Come not my handsome one
See not the danger 
Call of the Siren
Lost to the sea
Sweet Sorrow
 Bereaved Widow Grin)
©August 12/19
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

20 thoughts on “Wounded Widow”

  1. Reblogged this on Notes and commented:
    Anything dark (words or actions) are not born out of some void. Something bad (or someone worse) causes such excruciatingly painful words to express. Despite struggling with depression, her soul can still express what she feels at times. I love the intensity, energy and passion in her words and such writers (and artists) are rarely born.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.