These shackles I wear
they are of my own design.
The lashes against my back,
the hair shirt I wear,
the loop of disdaining voice
played over and over
eroding my faith.
This addiction I feed
this need to sedate
comes solely from a desire to be;
to not feel,
to not face,
the imperfections of my heart.
There is no relief
only brief interludes
where sanity does reign,
but when the darkness falls
and my tears begin,
my soul has already become undone.
Cycles of love and laughter;
pain and fear,
depression and happiness;
they blow through this life,
and some days I am good
and some days I am not.
Within this all,
one emotion remains true.
I am brave
and though oh so scared,
I will rend this curtain
this veil that I wear
and I will find sunlight
within the dark.
Jay-lyn Doerksen
December 25/17
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