I am
An unspoken word, a festering thought
Like the wounds they left on my body,
Like scars in corners of my tarnished mind
That emerge in the sun unsupervised
Roaring cries of mercy, echoing wide
I am
A woman ripe, plucked by hands unkind
An apologetic tale, distress impending.
Does this damsel need rescuing, too?
Coal un-metamorphosed under strain
I am
Newer, stronger, sharper, bolder
I have learned to give myself the gift of gentleness
With soft hands ironing creases.
I have peeled away my anger
To reveal a core of love once concealed
I have learned from my denials, from my exhibitions
I am
Used, but what does it matter?
Swimming in a tasty drowsiness
Oh no, they didn't, did they? Not to me?
The thoughts they left me with swirl in my mouth
And keep my brain company through nights
A brain a sanitary monitor beep
Insisting on absorbing every colour
But leaving behind a listless grey
And now I no longer am
👌
Amazing