Bleak Moored

(pause, sigh)
I would have felt
drawn beneath burgeoning waters
breath held
lungs filled
eyes limpid
vacuum inside
no where to run
no where to hide.
That once
was my life.
Sea of emotions
no in between
no peace
no serenity
manic laughter
sawing at nerves
through tired mind
just want to lie down
just want to let go
just want…..
Strength in spades
I have
paralyzed with fear
no longer able to hold
finger tips bleeding
broken ledge
eating into
poisoned skin
painted cherry smile
even as mouth trembles
down turned.
screaming through my mind
turn away from mirrored eyes
pushing down nightmared dreams
life has meaning.
©Nov. 26/20
Picture is my own

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

7 thoughts on “Bleak Moored”

  1. I had pleasure of a drive along the side of a hillside running along the carse (a meandered valley) which was covered in a low lying mist this morning enroute home aftrr crossing a rather bleak farm land strewn hill. Hope you sleep and dreams were restful.

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    1. I am so jealous! I would love to have a drive like that. Mine is concrete only. Much more calm than night before and felt incredibly rested last couple of days now. Weird. Lol All good except discovered T makes a better pot of coffee than me! 🤓


      1. My commute these days is about 50m under cover….although I always seem to get soaked enroute. This morning was a trip to the vets with my sons feline this morning.

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