Off with their heads

Look in the mirror
never liking what you see…..
too fat
too skinny
too freckly
too poofed up hair
too……..
descriptions of the person seen
through your own eyes.
Hide under the baggy clothes
keep the hat on tight
wretched scales
torment
fear
pain
will it ever  be right?
Words
arrows shot without aim
scurry along
head down
no one will see
no one will hurt
no one is as invisible
as one who is hiding in plain sight.
Bumped
pushed
sidle into the corner
move through the shadows
let there be no light.
One day
people will see
not only the purity of spirit
but the beautiful person that you are.
Some day soon
you will realize your true worth……
you are a Queen
let no one ever take that.
Besides you always wanted to roar
‘off with their heads’
©Sept. 16/19
Picture via Pinterest

Death’s Embrace

***Picture via Pintrest***
Crumpled over
shuddering with tears
as despair and anguish
wash through me.
Not cleansing
but pull forward the memories,
the burning images
of my deceit.
My escape?
Only limited by the lies I tell
as I search for the elusive high
that will shut me down,
carry me away from here.
Away from my perceptions,
away from the abyss I perch above,
away from the darkness
every reaching.
Glittering shards of glass
reflect back an image
a thousand times over.
A skeletal face
winking at my fear
at my desire.
Walk with me
it croons stalking forward,
hand out….
pills to be shared.
I hover above,
watching this image of myself
wondering if this last time
will Death catch my fall
and cradle me within his embrace.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
January 1 2018