Timeless Travels

****There are times when I see the Word of the Day Challenge  word and the poem comes to me. Today’s word was such as word. I knew what I needed to write as soon as I saw today’s prompt. I hope you enjoy.****
Time comes when life is reviewed
whether at death
at birth
or
somewhere in between.
Childhood…..
rosy pictures
bleak dreams
nightmares bled into reality.
Teenager…..
anger
rage
disgust
angst so dense
surrounded me like a cloak
hiding me in plain sight.
Young woman…..
wanting
needing
searching
seeking for love
for someone to take care of me.
Ha ha
I bet you never thought that of me
strong as I am
independent as I am
that I would like to have some care for me.
Mother…..
terrified
as I beheld his tiny body
awed
when he looked at me
worried
will I prove to be enough
or with him shall I fail?
Woman I am…..
beautiful
sexual
loving
dreaming
head in the clouds
reawakening that child inside.
my journey
arduous
fraught with damage to psyche
killing attempts on the soul
has lead me here
to this precipice
no longer afraid to fall.
 
©September 8/19
Picture is one of my own.
Matlock Beach Manitoba 2017
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Word of the Day Challenge #42-Untitled Poem

***Please note that this poem is not indicative of how I am feeling today. I am in an extremely good place in life.***

Hush little baby
Don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna……
Mama’s gone.
No one left save me.
Voices howl in my head
concentrated 
telling me 
how useless
unloved
unwanted I am.
Hush little lady
Don’t say a word
Papa’s gonna…..
Dead as dust. 
Forgotten.
Blighted stain on family name.
Slew the dragon I did
with his death.
Hush little woman
Don’t say a word
Here’s a man
come to…..
There is no man
come to care for me.
Placating the demons
galloping
hooting 
screaming
tentacles entwined
heart ashatter
mind broken.
Hush hush…..
Forgotten innocence.
Sweet sister
Demon lover
don’t make a mess.
Keep your thoughts.
Keep your reality.
I will forge mine own.
subdued 
monsters sleep
a conscious moment for me.
©July 16/19
Picture via Pinterest

Retribution

The first to disappear:
blonde
blue eyes
dimpled cheeks
all star college boy.
The second to disappear:
chestnut hair
hazel eyes
sneering lips
spoiled frat boy.
The third to disappear:
black hair
fake green eyes
thrilling voice
entitled rock star.
No one knew what to think.
No one knew what was the link.
Clues
hints
tantalizing signs
pieces of the puzzle
left behind.
Leaflets blanket the city
announcing a new 
exciting
wonderful 
exhibition 
people began to speak
to gossip
to speculate 
as to what the show would be.
As a gimmick went
this artist was brilliant
for everyone flocked to the door 
awaiting the designated hour.
The gate rose
allowing entry to a darkened room
vast 
echoing
lights aimed to highlight the works of art.
Cage 1:
Rapist.
Rapist without a penis.
Cage 2:
Abuser.
Abuser without fists.
Cage 3:
Murderer.
Murderer without tongue.
Explanations were found
beneath each cage
as to the crime(s) committed.
Life far fled
victims became heroes
the artist 
never found.
Retribution will find the evil ones.
 
Feb. 3/19
Photo by Samule Sun on Unsplash