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.