Wishes

Star light, star bright

first star I see tonight

I wish I may, I wish I might

forget this wish I make tonight……

Pain

razor sharp

tearing through my heart.

Tears

chiselled darts

march down my cheeks.

Worn

wasted and blue

how do I get back to you?

We loved so hard

we loved so fast

and it all fell back.

You walk away

I crumble in fright

for losing you

is like losing my life.

I love with passion

with obsession and hate

with wicked eyes

gleaming in the night.

Whispers

winds in the leaves

tell me to take it back

and you shall return.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

August 8/17

 

 

 

 

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Somewhere in time

fantasies did grow

Over-taking all reality

until no longer

can one differentiate.

Was it madness?

a disease?

An escape from life?

swallowed in a mimosa of hatred

swaddled in grey.

Beating against enclosing walls

fists bleeding

numb with pain.

There is no escape from this truth

no matter how hard

no matter how fast

one tries to flee.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

 July 24/17

Whore no more

Picture courtesy of symphonyforlove.blogspot.com

I saw her standing on the corner

(a child dressed as a whore)

Baby fat still molded to her body

a painted face dripping in gore.

Sitting in my home that night

surrounded with all my wealth

Love and warmth, a sense of security

I saw her standing alone.

(A child dressed as a whore)

Laying in bed that night

my mind did mutter and churn

How long could I plead ignorance

how long could I ignore?

(a child dressed as a whore)

What options lay at my door?

to call the police? Find her mother?

One way leads to a system that fosters

another may lead to horror.

(a child dressed as a whore)

Finally I knew I could take no more

and a plan did begin to brew.

Victim to victim, her silent cries

her empty face calling to my soul.

(a child dressed as a whore)

Late the next night while the family did sleep

I sidled from the house.

The car was running

exhaust hanging in the crisp air.

I found that little girl last night

and took her in my arms.

Promised her peace and redemption

saw the gleam of tears, hope revived.

(a child dressed as a whore no more)

Never was there an outcry

no news, no sad mother with tears

I did the right thing

rescuing that child from the stones.

(a child dressed as a whore no more)

This morning the sun rose

the mist burned into the ground.

And somewhere in this vast world

a child has been saved from such horrors.

(a child dressed as a whore no more)

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Feb. 6/14