Moron me be…..

Come
gather round 
draw near the fire
listen to the tale I will tell.
Lesson learned
myths have been spurned 
this is the lady of legend.
I thought I was smarter
I thought that I could do this
I thought wrong
so it would seem.
Beneath the smile
beneath the laughter
there is a tiny tear
the fabric of my being
torn asunder
never to be fixed more.
I denied you.
I fought you.
I tried to walk away
you called to me
you called my secret name
bringing me to my knees
I crawled back
a frisson of desire
a tightening of loins.
And once had
poof
magic smoke released
pain rips through
screams of rage
I denounce you.
I once was on
stood upon
a keel so even
serenity was my name.
But you
ripped off my mask
bled my eyes
for what
so you could say you did?
©Nov. 4/19
Picture via Pinterst

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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