Winter
shrouds the ground
covering all in sleeping death
memories stored
forgiveness withheld
oh damn you poor woman.
Life attacks
in so many ways
how can you be sure
which lesson you should learn?
It is easy to differentiate.
At least it is for me.
I run
I hide
I try so hard
not to face the voice in my head.
I turn my eyes
I duck my head
I am weak
I am
I cannot
I will not
oh shit
hear it comes again…..
the voice
whispering
chiding
making me see.
Truth is not easy to face
to see.
It is painful.
Rip back the scab.
Rip back the veil.
It is time…..
amalgamate me.
©Oct. 13/19
Picture is my own
Great poem 💕💕
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Thank you. 💜🤓
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This is wonderful as usual, and now I have the spice girls 2 become 1 in my head
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I am going to have to search that one. 🤓
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It was the kind of song that I should not have been singing at the age I was when it came out 😂
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Well now…….feeling old 🤣🤣🤣
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How old are you? (You dont have to answer). I am on my last month of being 34
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Awwwwww sweetie…..lol numerically I am 47…….I am no older than 24 in my head. With rsponsibilities. But still not as old as birth date 🤓
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If we’re talking in our heads I am sometimes 17 and sometimes 87 depending on the day 😊
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I am always in my 20’s with today’s smarts lol
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