Word of the day Challenge #93-Untitled Poem

Shattered

blood red tears

rending at clothes

at hair

at skin

gouging

nails slicing

anything to stop the pain.

I never lied about what I wanted.

I never lied about what I expected.

I never lied about what I was feeling.

I never lied at all.

What you see

is what you get

no more

no less.

This woman

standing

naked before you

baring soul

bitter past

fragile

vulnerable

patchwork quilt

scars

taped together with experience.

I knew

heart bleeding

I knew how dangerous

voices

screaming

kicked into silence

this would be.

I built an illusion.

I built a fantasy.

I built……

but one memory

how you held me

when I bared my truth

my past

like no other man has done.

©March 16/20

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https://www.deviantart.com/forestgirl/gallery#/d4q7whl

Two become One…..

Winter
shrouds the ground
covering all in sleeping death
memories stored
forgiveness withheld
oh damn you poor woman.
Life attacks
in so many ways
how can you be sure
which lesson you should learn?
It is easy to differentiate.
At least it is for me.
I run
I hide
I try so hard
not to face the voice in my head.
I turn my eyes
I duck my head
I am weak
I am
I cannot
I will not
oh shit
hear it comes again…..
the voice
whispering
chiding
making me see.
Truth is not easy to face
to see.
It is painful.
Rip back the scab.
Rip back the veil.
It is time…..
amalgamate me.

©Oct. 13/19
Picture is my own