Restoration of Self

This poem has been inspired by Christine of Poetry for Healing.

Her Daily Haiku-Sat. October 5, 2019

I saw a young woman
standing beneath crystal falls
head back
eyes closed
cleansing herself of her past.
Dark
depression
anger so raw
ravaged her soul
tore her apart.
Year upon year
she abused herself
she took the drugs
she drank the booze
hiding from the truth
blade driven into her heart
time was coming
she needed to mend.
Suicide was not upon her mind
the night it came crashing down
all there was
a howling void
being fed
stop shrieking
stop raging
stop
stop
stop
stop
I can take it no longer.
Yes
for that is me
young
old
middle
I am all of that
and so much more.
Look into the mirror
see no longer shame
beautiful woman
you have grown.
Entwine
image old and new
behold
glorious woman
you are renewed.
I saw a young woman
she stood beneath the falls
washing away perceived sins.
Pushing back
long golden locks
I realized it was me.
Forgiveness is a place
deep deep inside
that is where to heal begins.
I grow
I love
I desire
a new life for me
one where I am strong.
©Oct. 5/19
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Ire’s Blade

You want to know
am I ok?
You broke my heart
left me bleeding
a torn wreck
on the roadside.
Crawled home I did
a ghoul
face smeared with snot
vision blurred by tears
scared the children
who ran screaming
for their parents.
You did this to me.
You tore out my heart.
You destroyed me…..
you destroyed my life…..
you destroyed the essence of me
for that
there can be no forgiveness.
Rage.
Black.
Boiling…..
erupting from within…..
I want to pummel
I want to break
I want to tear at you
I want you to weep.
I want you to know
how all of this feels.
A mere blip
a wrinkle
at a moment in time you needed
a creature
a woman
so much stronger
but willing to submit to you.
Daggers slip
cracks appear
no longer am I a wife
no longer am I a lover
no longer will you look at me.
Sit I will
upon the ledge dusted with sunset golds
letting the light dim
no longer am I…..

©Oct. 1/19
Picture one of my own.
Matlock Beach 2017

Turns of Time

Blooded face
teeth bared
feral fear
watch from hiding
all the men
marching through
quiet child
we do not want them to find you.
Streets
once prosperous
once lined with gold
tarred
reapered
crumbling foundation
where can one run?
Men
elected to lead
elected to protect
did what they could
to destroy
to reinvent.
A new world order
not pleased by everyone.
Watching
brutal men
ignorant bullies
with no abilities
other than trying to turn back time.
To when wealthy men were gods
women but chattel
everyone else so beneath them
worshipped
or so they thought
never realizing the heartbeat beneath.
Torn down
marched to the river
hangman’s noose awaiting
any last words must be shouted:
Why are you all
©Sept. 18/19
Picture is one of mine
taken Matlock Beach 2019
I have edited and stylized

Time has Come…..

Black velvet
lined behind the eyes
try to outrace this nightmare
outrace you
only to find…..
You are in my head.
They are in my head.
All are in my head.
Sweet innocence
stripped away
frightened of this new truth
I run away.
I do not want this.
I do not need this.
I do not desire this.
Little girl
dancing in the streets
blood dripping
from the knife she carries.
Skipping here. 
Skipping there.
Skipping to her victims.
Going to make them shout.
Going to make them pay.
Going to make them all
rue the day
they decided to play.
Clenched jaw
biting my tongue
wanting to scream
to rage
to bring you all down
to put you all down
for the bitter nightmares you gave.
Hold her hand tight
keep her close to side
little demon girl
with nothing to hide.
My inner being
running free…..
She is going to catch you.
She is going to catch him.
She is going to catch them all.
Sadistic
torturous mind
learned
at the knees of important men
none of whom
wanted to be found.
Not with her in arm
child that she was.
I long to forget
to chase memories away.
Vengeance unrequited
little demon girl
who sought to protect me
had to go away
no longer able to play
no longer able to save me
she demands I stand on my own.
©July 24/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #44-Untitled Poem

Dance along the devil’s path
words
flip
detached
filled with no meaning
filled with no truth
a reality
built on sand stilts
crumbling before
angry voices
raised fists
tides rising
flooding
bending
eroding the foundation
that all stand upon.
Joker’s smile
twisted
broken
leering
stakes higher and higher
no one seems to care
no one seems able to fix
the problems
the disaster
that has become a part
of everyday life.
Capering clowns
tears drawn on cheeks
drawn
not shed
as bombs fall
bullets fly
children die
while villains
screech
dance a jig
proclaim
they are the targets
the innocents
while the world maligns
pummels
censure
their very worth.
Time is long
memories longer
keep plugging that dam
hoping all will be forgotten.
©July 21/19
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Nightly News

Darkness flows
subtle shades
grey and white
studded with starlight.
Death lurks.
Victim or prey
sighted
who is to decide
is this wrong
or is it right?
Evil prowls
using the cover of blackness
plying cowardly trade
innocence succumbing
virtues eradicated
salivating slaves
to the bloody knife.
Symbols etched
scratched into pale skin
screams of agony
offered up as sacrifice
not to demons
not to hell
to pacify grey men
creating a new world order.
Violence.
Harsh words.
Kindness has become overrated.
Echos of the past
intolerance
rhetoric spewed
no longer shocking
no longer rage inspiring.
Fodder for the nightly news.
Inured
we have become desensitized…..
to the wars
to the blood
to the death of children
to watching parents scream
holding dead bodies.
Cold eyes
no longer able to see humanity
tell me true
is this the way of the future
or can it be saved?
©July 9/19
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Word of the Day Challenge-Untitled Poem #38

Watch
circling the air
smell the brimstone
the devil’s aroma
seeping beneath doors
through windows
deadly seduction
whispers
it can all be made anew.
Sorcery
beguiling
beautiful
trembling before the massive body
only one can tame the rumbling beast
only one can subdue vicious desires.
Sleep dear one.
Slumber until needed.
A day will come
the lands will call
your voice
rises in trumpeting sorrow
lands will bleed
broken beneath your wings.
Superstition has it
evil you are
yet how could such beauty
such agility
such grace
be the mark of terror
not the ascending glory
saviour for the masses.
Traitors will burn
flames reducing to ashes
broken bodies of enemies.
Hear dragon screams
shudder in fear
for here
an avenger
soaring through the skies
harbinger of doom
for all those who lie.
©July 8/19
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