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Rebecca Beausoleil Poem
one day i will not love you anymore
i'll forget there ever was a score
of the holes in my heart you tore
out of my head furthermore
forget you're addicted
and abuse afflicted
like jail convicted
contradicted
i hate you
i do
Copyright © Rebecca Beausoleil | Year Posted 2009
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Rebecca Beausoleil Poem
i hate the feeling that this force brings
dancing butterflies with spikes for wings
starting as a flutter on my stomach they're tapping
the closer it gets my ribs are now cracking
the clouds grow dark hurricane in sight
a brave mask takes what's left of my might
no longer able to hold the fledgling in my arms
no longer able to shelter from what harms
the storm leaves me but takes him along
yearning him to fly back where he belongs
falling speck of sand seems like a day
while wishing for eternal flowers of may
the sun pushing through blackened haze
the little bird weathered the menacing maze
shaken and bumped fortunately no lethal wrong
the child now calm by my his mother's song
Copyright © Rebecca Beausoleil | Year Posted 2009
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Rebecca Beausoleil Poem
im floating on your lies
im tripping on my dreams
nothings as it was and
nothings as it seems
im swallowing broking promises
im choking on the pain
nothing has changed yet
nothing is the same
im lying about what you do
im hiding what you are
nothing is in sight but
nothing is too far
im bursting at the seams
im sick off the abuse
everything kept secrete now
everything let loose
Copyright © Rebecca Beausoleil | Year Posted 2009
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Rebecca Beausoleil Poem
With a ring and a kiss he vowed.
Swore to take no other.
Like 2 rainbows who share 1 cloud.
But soon he had a lover.
I was growing a belly that wouldn’t hide.
She was as slender as a line.
I gave him stress with the life inside.
She gave feelings so divine.
Now I am alone broken hearted and scorn.
I found the strength to ask why?
He promised to stop when the baby was born.
nothing it was just one more lie.
But why would he choose us over her?
She takes away all of his pain.
His everyday life becomes nothing but blur.
She is heroin. She is cocaine.
Copyright © Rebecca Beausoleil | Year Posted 2009
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