Never Fear

Yawning abyss
toes curled at the edge
staring downwards
can I fly?
Will my dreams hold me?
I leap
over the precipice
feeling the current
soar beneath my wings
I glide forth
my heart touched soft
knowing you are near.
Swooping
diving
catch me in your arms
show me I have nothing to fear
for you are not the callous one
but a lover dear.
Downward spiral
wings wrapped around
holding me safe
snapping upright
into the breeze
flying high above
but cradling me near.
One two
you will never let go
you want to show your worth.
Three four
beats on the floor
dancing
around and around.
Darling of mine
shine baby shine
never more
will you fear the morrow
for I shall always be at your side.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 10/18
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I am a Queen

Trying out this new thing;
Called Adulting.
I seem to have grown once more
without even realizing it.
No longer do I feel worthless
no longer do I feel alone
no longer do I speak to myself
degrading
causing panic dear.
Oh yes
the blackest voice is there
whispering
hissing
making me doubt….
myself….
my abilities….
me.
Countered with
a litney of good:
Funny
Smart
Beautiful
Independent
words to some
lifelines
to keep me sane.
I stand
the pier soaked beneath my feet
deep cleansing
breath in breath out….
Golden Girl.
Golden Queen.
Golden Princess
no more.
Queen of my life
Queen of my destiny
Queen of my confidence.
Queen of my Soul.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 2/18
Photo by Matthew Brodeur on Unsplash

Blackhearted

Mirror Mirror on the Wall
who is the fairest of them all?
Black is her heart
corrupt lies on her lips
she taunts
she tantalizes
she will bury you in the crypt.
Never bothering to learn a thing
she built an empire
on cheap promises
on broken desires
on the backs of those
she holds in contempt.
With ebon hair piled high
startling saphire eyes
carmine lips ready to kiss
this witch laughs at all.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
who is the wickedest of them all?
Learned at the knees of a King
brutal
abusive
not love and fairness.
Icy tears freeze on her cheeks
as she looks over it all
fires burn
men have spurned
her kingdom for their own.
Battering rams
evil intent
just as she was taught
no matter how fair
no matter how wicked
women never come out on top.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 19/18
Picture via:  Photo by Ali Marel on Unsplash

Oink Oink

He sits upon a rusted throne
tarnished circlet upon his brow
sycophants whispering
filling his mind
with images of greatness
of cities trembling at his feet.
Fed a steady diet of sins:
Gluttony.
Pride.
Wrath.
Sloth.
Lust.
Envy.
Greed.
No one dared to call him to task.
No one made him face reality.
Bloated he became
feeding upon the fear
the hatred
the despair
the injustice perpetrated.
People turned away
not wanting to catch his eye
as it could mean games in the pit
or death at his feet
dependent upon the hour of the day.
He pranced along
seeing streets of gold
not the pocked ruins of stone
delighted that all were scared of him
glorying in his power
until that fateful day
when a child saw through him.
‘Mama who is that ugly little man? 
Why does he caper?
Is he a joker?
A clown?
Who is he mama?
And why is he so mean?’
Mama burned a brilliant red
shushing her darling dear
but too late
he had heard
his head turning to see
the small voice that caught his ear.
Beckoning with crooked fingers
he called the child forth
making her stand upon the dias
waiting for the tears to start.
The whimpers
the pleas
the begging for more.
More time.
More life.
More everything.
She stood looking at him
head cocked to the left
than to the right
and finally straight on
as she met his eyes.
‘You are nothing but a bully boy.
A disgrace.
A man without meat.
You know not love
you know not faith
you really are a shoat’
And with those fateful words
that little man shrank
and in his place
stood a tidy pig
with a bewildered look upon its face.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 16/18
Photo by Austin Guhl on Unsplash

Shipwreck

Neon lips
speak empty platitudes
promises remain broken
handshakes are used to test a man’s mettle
while rights and laws
are raped and repealed.
Eyes haunted with indignity
unable to fathom the signs seen
children kept captive in cages
poked and prodded
as though they were dogs up for sale.
Pimps and abusers
walking the canyon walls
sere each consciousness with fear
besting each one with only one word:
‘boogeyman’.
Who is this boogeyman that they fear?
Is he a God?
Is he a Devil?
Nay he is  a mere man
with power in his hands
desrtuction in his heart
amoral
his heros are other men
who have bullied
petrified
pillaged
murdered
and no one shall stand.
Lost in a becalmed sea
water surrounding all sides
sharks can smell the founting blood
all they need to do
is wait for the ship to go down.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 13/18
Picture via: Photo by Anton Repponen on Unsplash

Devil’s Playground

Brick by brick
a wall is built
not to keep others out
but to wall in the elite.
They hold the reins
making laws that rape
deciding who can and cannot be
taking away choices
playing God
but in reality….
The Devil is in the details
take a look around
it seems to me
The Devil is winning
He has the playground.
Tempted with power
showered in glory
too late will those
who say they are right
realize they opened the door
that let Him stalk right in.
Do not cry
when we watch their world crumble
when the power they claim
wrenched with fear
from the hands of the people
is torn viciously away.
We shall see the desperation of men
and women too
clawing and scrabbling
to remain on top.
A time will come…..
The Devil will call in his dues
and the gates of Hell
will teem with so many new.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 12/18

Monsters

Monsters
creep round and round
no longer content to hide under the bed.
Crawling from the gutter
from stolen dreams
from abuse endured
from abandoment
from harming oneself.
Monsters find a way.
Gaining a foothold
hiding in plain sight
fooling the unsuspecting.
Using slight of hand
puffs of smoke
distraction
from the real plays.
Rear up
Rile up
Tear them all apart
until we confront the Monsters
until we no longer bargain our fears
until we stand…..
But we never will stand
The Monsters have created sheep
and with that…..
they have won.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
June 11/18