For years
I used to buy into other people’s
Crazy random behavior
Not any more.
Author Vonita
Desensitized
Sometimes the first cut really is the deepest
The blood is redder, more vibrant, gushing
The pain is more bitter and raw
And then after more cuts follow
Cut after cut after cut after cut
Once previous tender flesh
Is scarred over and over again
And when taking the time
To stop and notice
There is no more pain.
Overflowing
I was addicted
To a love that never was
Waiting for your touch
Craving each discarded crumb
My highs and lows diverting pain
The rejection I feared with all my soul
Rejection I forced into being
The rejection that finally gave way
To peace
To me
To the deep well of love
Overflowing
The love inside of me
Kisses
Connecting to myself
Connecting to me
Walking into the future
Walking from here
My heart is still
Beating hope
And I know
I know
The tides will turn
Everything I wished for
My hopes, desires, my dreams
Will caress me tenderly
And lovingly
Kiss my face
Gemma
My little baby girl 😍
Georgette Selfie
Forever, I Cried
I’m shredded to pieces
My heart beats no more
Red blood is dripping
All over the floor
My soul has escaped
It’s free from its form
It watches, it speaks
Above the cruel storm
I lived on this earth
I loved and then died
My words will stand
Forever, I cried.
Glass Bomb
I bottled inside of me
My anger and rage
The pressure built up
As I tightened the grip
Tighter and tighter
I held the glass bomb
My hands were at risk
My arms, face, my life
I closed my eyes
I prayed in the still
Seconds ticked by
My heart counted time.
BOOM!
Standing Up
I am free from the past
I am free from the pain
I am free from your charms
I am free from your arms
I am free from the rollercoaster
The pain and the joys
The ups and the downs
And the highs and the lows
The buckle opened up
I took a step off
And after the fall
I wept on the floor
I wept and I prayed
I wept and I pained
And when it was over
For over it was
I stood back up
I gave it my all
I am standing again
I am standing
Once more
I am Free
Nothing more to say
Nothing more to do
Nothing more to ponder
Nothing more to ask
The chain is broken
The lock is cracked
It’s now history
It’s over
It is over.
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