Rebirth

Lies drip from your lips

believed as the truth

unable to see

the devious nature of yourself.

Believing.

Feeling.

Hearing.

Satin shackles hold you in place

not able to see

you have the ability to be free.

Pull against the bonds of the past

see that the future is hazy

what is realized cannot be unsaid

now is all that exists.

 

Beautifully Imperfect

I thought I was broken
a marionette without strings
slumped on the floor
body in distress.
As I lay there
tears falling like rain to the floor
I find within me
resides this strength
that I had never felt before.
Tentitavely I probe it
afraid that I will be shocked
nothing happens
I crawl forward
amazed at what I have found.
I struggle to sit up
strings not required
I can climb to my feet
and seek my desires.
No longer broken
for I have begun to reconstruct
becoming who I am…..
beautifully imperfect.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
March 1/18