Running the Cycle

You hated that cycle Stationary, destructive You would never ride You would be instructive ...training behavior The moment she arrived You held her in purity Cuddling and kissing The absolute assurity ...I AM GOOD Less than a year, gone And you found yourself on That blackened throne You recognized wrong doing Certainly worth pursuing Getting her out of the zone ...destroying thoughts It was skin on the petal Chasing the air with bladed medal Numb to screams of pain Til the nasty demon was slain ...crying MERCY Years past her trauma She had created a world of drama Blaming you for all her sorrow You had become what you loathed Completely clothed In the wardrobe you had to borrow ...for the exercise Sweet daughter, you have value Still a baby in Mama's arms It is the trauma that cycles Bringing all that destroys and harms ...understanding TRUTH remains...you are LOVED Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-04-2023 ...