Flashbacks

There’s a place in time I always go back to
A bedroom in the home I slept
Where I prayed for love, and I begged you
To stop the cycle you beat me as I wept

You broke the eggs upon whose shells I walked
I hung on your every word, obeyed your every rule
You praised me vehemently though you never talked
The bruises, scars, forced to change my school

One second you were evil; the next, you were fine
I cherished your love unlike any other
You’d move with care and turn on a dime
Nothing a daughter should see in her mother

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Admired

Roaring ocean, warm air, throat burning

Heart pounding, lungs begging for air

Mind vulnerable, loneliness’s glare turning

Eyes on me, a move to make I cannot bare

Choices escape clarity, nowhere to hide

Glances cause insecurity, vagueness looms

Specificity, a battle inside

Decisions each clearly own their dooms

Fighting feeling meaning, future unknown

Despite effort and exhaustion, sleep escapes

The toil and depression, my own

The tomorrow my choice shapes

A dream ever so frantically persistent

Constantly tearing me from the certain

Fault my own, mind so insistent

A beautiful future awaiting a pull of the curtain

Watch the pull of the tide

As I craft the end, so long desired

Prevailing decisions, influenced by what’s inside

A future beautiful, designed by me and by all, admired