Where Was I When I Needed Me
i bathed in mordacious threats,
always leading in mordant speech;
perpetual hatred-
so i became unified with my essence,
goodbye to that vitriolic fiend...
~i should have i n t e r v e n e d ~
an unholy sacrificial lamb is all who
i am going to be and who I always was;
that makes the hypocrite in me lust
for redemption
a fever envelopes head to toe,
it feels not the heat,
but
the chill running down my nape to
my back to my thighs…
on and
on and
on and…
never ceasing to release my hunger
for more;
so, i run to fields of yore and i
wish to not be poor…
of heart
amongst the rays of a sunbeam,
i prepare for the coming kismet-
a future with possibilities coming
true for no one but me
i wear too much rouge upon my cheeks,
it shields me from the youth i endured
yet
reveals who i wish to be;
~the woman of dulcet dreams~
o, life not as it seems…
fated to be the one who wears pride,
caring not for the ones who rescued me,
but wishing to see who i want to be
in a crystalline mirror-
fogginess of the worst kind prevails and
i am always the one who fails
sailing onto shores of
where faded seasons convened-
wailing without hope...
~i should have i n t e r v e n e d ~
2.10.20
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2020
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