Trudy Schrader Poet Rhyme

Subliminal Messages

Two little girls on their way home
One got caught by a grin
The rejected, walked home, alone
While pretty and fast entered sin

A father and son sit at a table
Son is drinking his steal
When confronted with the fact
Money couldn't fix the "reel"

Never home to take up slack
Always at work, serving time
The family fears that the pull of power
Makes him tow the line

So much fun to be enjoyed
Yet she is constantly ducking out
The track marks on her arm
Are strewn about

....a broken body

Don't lie, steal or cheat
That's the rules he preaches
But behind closed doors
Little children believe action teaches

.....deception

Over in the corner
Hunkered in a huddled mass
Is a grown women
Marking her arms with shards of glass

...to bleed

OUT.....OUT I SAY!!!!

.......shhhhhhhhhh!

There is sound...in the back
Be silent so I can hear
The subliminal messages
That regulate my fear

What do I believe about self
And how did I come to take it to heart
I believe I'm ugly, stupid, of no value
..........hopeless

Good things come to others
The ones who have the special gift
Me, I've learned on a fault line
Always on THIS side of the rift

Void, empty, dark, unwanted
This world is cruel and unyielding
But I am no COWARD
Grief has brought me to building

.......a river out of my sorrow

Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-26-2019


Note: Until our say and our do match up, subliminal messages put us in a position to be torn asunder. May we work, moment by moment, to hear the lies, compare them to truth, and take back our personal power to be who LOVE has made us to be.

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