Strangled

Strangled by the threads of expectation

pushed on one’s self 

until they are choking

unable to articulate their screams,

because today nobody cares.

Pushed into the rubber room,

walls plush with velvet padding

tormented screams rent the air

as demons play games.

Games of love, 

only to be shown that love is not for them.

Games of torture,

voices grinding in their ears

until they can take it no more.

Strangled by the threads of expectation

unable to bear 

this less than perfect image.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

December 31/17

Caring and Tender

Dearly beloved

all gathered here today

to watch as we enshrine this heart

to wrench free the source of caring

of love and pain

and bind it within a jeweled cask

so nevermore can it offend.

Find not the sorrow that awakens

as in the dawn we chant

spells of change and reclaimation

ensuring that this heart

is chained and wrapped so tight

so as not to have a chance to be free.

See not the anger and hatred

that consume this life

that make me such a bitch

only mark the time that passes

life hardened and incomplete.

It is with great sadness that we renounce your claim

this heart will become the companion to all

forever more shall you walk

in bleakness and disrepair

while we huger for that force.

The force to feed the whole of humanity

the force to become the warrior

the force that is going to make it all right

grown within the heart you catupulted from your chest.

Caring and tender

the emotions you bear

turned out to all who claim

while you lay barren upon the sands of time

a murder overhead,

watching your bones become bleached in the sun.

Jay-lyn Doerksen

December 21/17