Who are you?
Fire lit
swallowed
old chair
like child
peering through matted hair
grinning
vibrant
life filled
dark
grey
fear
rage
volatile quick
erupting
lashing
collapsing
heaving heap
mutters
moans
scream
upright
eyes violent
darting
escape sought
weapons found
grabbed quick
cannot allow that to happen.
Who are you?
Child?
Woman?
Teen?
What are you?
A toy.
A small little toy.
Daddy always did love me best.
But when I got bigger I did not love Daddy best.
Daddy had to die.
Daddy was bad.
Daddy was made to pay.
Silence.
Heavy.
Nothing more to say.
As confessions go
pretty bleak.
As mysteries go
must learn more
must find the truth
settle back now
pen at the ready…..
Tell me child
What is your name?
©Dec. 17/20
Picture via Pinterest
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
Hey Good morning Jay-Lyn – some music for your listening pleasures 🙂
https://aguycalledbloke.blog/2020/12/19/the-hello-343/
Also, this … https://aguycalledbloke.blog/2020/12/18/gifting-the-compliment-24/
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Good morning Rory. Thank you. Pleasant way to start the day.
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Hey Jay-Lyn, always my pleasure, here’s wishing you a lovely Saturday 🙂
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I wish I could say relaxing but I am working. Last Saturday before Christmas. Not sure how busy or slow it will be. We still have a rather severe lockdown in place. I am hoping for slower lol or at least until my shoulder straightens out
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Well for your sake let’s all hope so 🙂
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