Rawr!

I was that girl
faded
quiet
always on the outskirts
looking in
lost
alone
afraid.
I was that teenager
wild
frantic
lost
a whirl storm
emotions
deadly
unforgiving
I lost myself to hell.
Young woman.
Mother.
During it all
part of me
lodged still
in bars of my own creating
mired in the cesspool of past abuses
unseen
unwanted
until addiction’s hold passes.
Today
victory reigns
head held high
as I behold
who I have become
who I want to be
who I need to be…..
Caring
Empathetic
Loving
Wanting
Dreaming
Desiring
Life.
I am what society now calls middle age.
I refuse to accept their constraints.
I am a Goddess.
I am a Lioness.
I am a Queen.
Never again will I forget.
©April 12/21
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There’s Always a Story

Cobblestones
slick with water
with algae
centuries
drop after drop
building a story
etched
into each brick.
Fog
stretching
reaching
’round corners
sick fingers
niches found
crannies poked
horror bore a new face
a new weapon.
Stalking
through the blackness
seeking
smelling
miserly men
contemptible cocotte
selling 
money making
even as pain
roars
blood lust 
crack of the whip…..
made within these sewers
bones turned to armor
stalk the death
brought me here
as I become the reaper.
To madness.
To desire.
To memories…..
barbed tight round
unable to breath
reaching 
begging
even as you die on your knees.
©Feb. 21/21
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