Pain
once
wrapped in bottled bliss
pilled existence
hiding from the truth
hiding from emotions
hiding from little girl lost.
She resided
deep within
wrapped in chains
wrapped in fear
wrapped in guilt
for it had to have been her
why else
would men want
debased
disbelieved
head hung
dishevelled
heart rending
tears no longer falling
stone cold heart
it has become
there is no one.
Statico stilettos
sharp
each step
nuanced
each tread
shivers erupt
as I appear
darkness
rising from the depths
no longer chained
no longer a little girl
no longer…..
I am coming…..
I am raging…..
I am rising…..
I am…..
©Oct. 1/20
Picture via Pinterest
forgot these xxx ♥ xxx
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To the victor the spoils. Long may she continue to rise …
I love this. That’s all I need to say.
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It just came to me. Veered from original thought but the picture came and the rest rolled out. No prompt. No nothing. Just my imagination. Wohooo fingers crossed it is coming back xoxoxoxox💜💜
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