Walking
Searching
Lost within
The fog increasing
Stumbling along
Hands stretched out
Blinded
Fear
Revulsion
Shame
Words shouted
Inflicted
Searing past visible skin
Marking the soul beneath
Pressing
Ripping
Worming through
Wrapping around
Twining through
Bones
Insidious vine weeds
Trapping
Holding in place
A warped inner view.
Scythe in hand
Vicious slices
Wrenching
Tearing up the vile
Removing the nasty
Each vine struggling to hold on
As this Gardner
Plunders the vines of hell
The voices of the past
Silenced
Forever more.
No longer hating self
No longer repulsed
Standing free
New growth blooming
Flowers spreading
Life
Once more my own
No longer a part of your shit show.
©Sept. 18/22
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom 
You are the queen of hauntingly neautiful poetry. I love how you take back power at the end, though!! Bravo, my friend!!
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Thank you so much. 😘😘😘 I have been focused on my paintings of late I have forgotten about my poetry
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Well, you haven’t lost your touch. I haven’t been liking anything I write lately…
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I have been there. That is why lots of posts about daily life and pics plus paintings. But that urge is nudging me just do not know yet the start. So still waiting.
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dying unto thyself thus reborn.
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An excellent poem accompanied by an also excellent image dear friend. Congratulations.
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This is so wonderfully haunting. x
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