Untitled Poem Word of the Day #16

She was such a pretty little thing.
Daddy’s girl.
Pigtails.
Dimples.
Sparkling blue eyes.
No knowledge of degradation
humiliation
pain
that was yet to come.
Prepped.
Primped.
Primed.
Salacious thoughts
for one so young.
Daddy had a problem.
Drunk.
Drugs.
Gambling.
He was shitty at all three.
Sold to pay the debt
her hunger only grew.
Wicked child.
Devil’s child.
Vicious child.
She was a bright child
so smart
she hid the abuse
beneath rosy smiles..
Lessons were learned
games were played
daddy’s girl became a vixen.
Knives were made to slash
slice
rend flesh free.
Guns with bullets
holes in the body
none are safe from her.
Sitting
crimson pool spreading
her delight in the debris.
It took nearly a month
to reassemble the pieces
of the men she slaughtered.
Found buried in a shallow grave
clues were slim
men 
they were not missed.
She sat watching
waiting
but no one came near
into the midnight she disappeared. 
 
Feb. 1/19

ABC

Gibber jabber
lost at  sea
all the voices of sailors past
call to me.
Come sail with us
the romance of the seven seas
pirates with cutlasses
come chase me.
Sand dunes of pure white
buried treasure
x marks the spot
as sirens sing a song of desire
luring senseless ones to their death.
Head in the clouds again
stories
dreams
dancing in my imagination
while teacher scolds me
‘Stop this piffling right now!
ABC and mathematics are key.
All the rest is nothing more
but a distraction to reality.’
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Learning to Care

I am proud of me
in a non-egotistical way.
Not proud of my abilities
nor of my talents.
What I am most proud of
is how far I have come.
Where once I could not imagine the end of the day
where once I thought that I had no strength
that forever more I would be a poor wretch
stalking through the dark thoughts
trying to find the exit.
Yet I have seen the exit
burning bright in the distance
and every day,
it comes closer.
Truely there is no exit from depression
but there is recovery
there is relief.
I will learn to live in the moment
to live each day to its fullest.
I will learn to manage my sad days
so that they do not overwhelm me.
I will reach out to those who support me
when I need to feel comfort.
Most of all though,
I forgive myself,
I love myself
and from now on, I will take care of myself.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Feb. 20/18