Silenced Forever

***I feel that I need to preface this: I do not feel like this at all any more. This is a poem that is based upon the feelings that I had back in early 2018 when I was falling apart and rebuilding myself. Although this poem was written today the emotions are not the ones felt today. I am in a beautiful space in my life. Writing. Loving Myself. Parenting. Independence. Being Me. I do not want any of my readers to worry. I am awesome.****

Thorny tears

Wept upon stone gardens

Briared heart

Woven tight

Against intruders

Fingers grip

Mouth tightens

Scream silenced

Hidden in the shadows

Let not the monsters find me

I have run

I have fled

I have finally escaped

My bleeding past

The wraiths that haunt me

Only to be found once more

Haunting voices

Whispered in my ear

Talons dig

Shearing thorns

Straight to frail heart

Mauling

Tearing

Shredding

I fall

Forever manacled

Chains of rusted iron

Rage

Anguish

Never happiness

Some days

I wish my world would end

Nightmares would fade to concrete gray

Fantasies tattered remains

Float away

Awash in nothingness

Silence

Sweet Silence

Blessed be me.

©Jan. 31/20

Picture is my own.

To all the Trolls I Loved Before (😂😂)

I wrote this in response to two trolling emails via my contact that I received. Does that mean I have made it? If I upset someone that much? Can you tell how funny I find this? 😂😂

Face contorted

spittle flying

rage

so ugly making

words

used to attack

to tear down

what is feared.

Sit before your screen

back lit by your fury

your terror

that voices rise up

words combined

sentences created

marring your version of reality.

Vindictive

your voice the only to matter…..

sense of narcissism in that

such as you accuse others of having.

Hide behind anonymity

believe your tirade will garner notice

when in reality

we just hit the delete button.

Consigning you

your vile words

to the eternal trash bin

of the internet

forever to float

untethered

unnoticed

unheard

shoulder shrug

while you sit stewing

waiting for the next one.

©January 30/20

Picture is my own.