I am a Queen

Trying out this new thing;
Called Adulting.
I seem to have grown once more
without even realizing it.
No longer do I feel worthless
no longer do I feel alone
no longer do I speak to myself
degrading
causing panic dear.
Oh yes
the blackest voice is there
whispering
hissing
making me doubt….
myself….
my abilities….
me.
Countered with
a litney of good:
Funny
Smart
Beautiful
Independent
words to some
lifelines
to keep me sane.
I stand
the pier soaked beneath my feet
deep cleansing
breath in breath out….
Golden Girl.
Golden Queen.
Golden Princess
no more.
Queen of my life
Queen of my destiny
Queen of my confidence.
Queen of my Soul.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 2/18
Photo by Matthew Brodeur on Unsplash

Queen of Fools

A Queen
born to a court of Fools.
Laughing and playing.
Praying and feinting.
Secrets made bold by blood.
Backrooms
filled with smoke
bourbon
opiates
all are content
for never the truth
be told.
Standing upon the world stage
blinded by power and indifference
orphaned and forlorn
a child discarded.
Broken and battered.
Scattered from here to there.
Seeds sown on the wind
war is coming
annihilation has begun.
Tears escape
scalding hot
as carnage
does unfold.
Queen of Fools
in a court of gold
worshipped a diety
bowing beneath the blows.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen