Untitled Dark Poem #8

Smile
they said
such a pretty girl
lips of rosy red
honey’ed hair
eyes
blue deep
seen only beneath the waves
a mermaid
dressed as such
upon a rock
none see
tears
tracking through dusty paint
chains
lichen covered
blend with plaster rock
none know
captive
not
freedom bound
lies told
by men
wanting to own
to scorn
lay beneath
breathe
wait
time will come
knives will be placed
justice will be served
those men shall fall
before you
on their knees.
©April 22/21
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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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