Disfigured

Displaced shattered disfigured..... aching on the ground I fall into the stream of disregard forgotten by all I thought held me in contempt of heart... brittle skeletons left to move fast through vast dreams and memories left to be stranded, to be strong and I wonder can I do it and be proud of who I am of who I was before you branded me bruised me before you stole my generations before you knelt in front of me eye to eye and stole my crown like a wolf in sheep's clothing and I stand bare, as you walk this earth… a martyr with everything, plus my strength, my heart and all it had to give you walk and the smile you ripped from my face! do you wear it proud? skeletons in your closet now how close do they lay to the surface of your skin as you sleep at night? This pool of abandonment drowns my last breath of life and I try to walk bent but I am not dead-written by-amy everett written for CT