Gilded Cage

Broken and bruised
tattered and torn
eyes haunted with stories untold.
Drifting
uncertain where to turn
until you are washed up
upon the shores of time.
I heard the screams again last night
the brutal rage
it throbbed and rang
filling the air
until I could take no more.
You allow this.
I do not understand
why can you not break free?
What keeps you within the gilded cage
when he beats you
and rapes you
making you less than….
I told you that this was the last time
I would stand by no more
and so I did
shattering him to the core.
I sit in the car
red light bleeding over my face
and though I know I shall burn;
the relief
the smile
that I saw upon your face
will make me happy forever more.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Madness Refused

***Picture downloaded from Facebook. Work is credited to @treeowl
Tis madness that has grappled my mind
wrestling to submission
the good
the wonder of life
to a black void of nothingness.
Wrapping me in black strands of goo
sticky holding tight
the evil
the abuse I survived
will not chain my mind for long.
Gasping in great breaths of air
crystal clear,
crisp in my lungs
expel the tar
that sinks in,
like an anchor
on my soul.
Rip free from the cocoon
that has stifled my voice
hidden it
refused it
for oh so long;
and on trembling wings
spattered with paint
from all spectrums of color
I will soar above
reclaiming myself once more.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Feb. 9/18