Epic Beloved

Songs shall be sung
sagas written
proclaiming
avowing
the truth of my future.
Queen I am
Princess I was
Regent of all I see.
Vicious I came
to the throne of love
taking for me
all I could see.
My enemies
rampant
spreading lies
sowing discontent
leaving me no other option
than to take revenge.
I started out so sweet
so gentle
but men came
taking
destroying
turning me to the cunt that I am.
Stalk through the night
axe in hand
heads will roll
kingdoms will fall
leaving me
Queen
of all I survey.
The pun of the matter…..
raise unto me
a noggin in the noggin
no one will ever again
fuck with me.

©May 22/20
Picture via Pinterst

Truth’s Ballad

How battered
how bruised
how broken
must I be
that I view everything you say
under scrutiny.
Thoughts
always twisted
expectant of the worst
never expecting the good.
Cannot believe the hurt
stifled for so long
brewing
bursting through my skin.
Death worms
boring outward
escaping with their vile shards
stomped beneath my boot
as they fall.
No one loves you.
I am loved.
You are ugly.
I see my beauty.
It comes from within.
No one wants to hear your pain.
I am surrounded by those
who share my pain
hold my hand
hug me tight
let me cry.
You are shallow
selfish
insignificant in this world.
I am me.
I am imperfect.
I have shattered.
I have remade myself.
I am learning to listen
finally
to the most important person of all…..
myself.
Clothed in color
standing upon cliff’s edge
within my hands
ashes of…..
the horror of my past
the fear that tried to bind me
the voice
wailing in fear
in shame
in pain
no longer caged
no longer tongueless
soars
released to the skies
song upon the bird’s wings.

©Oct. 16/19
Picture is my own