Rupture

Sad stories

she writes

repeats

 

Tragic histories

reek

they repeat

 

People do

wrong then

sweep

 

 

Dysfunction dust

leaves a

strong musk

 

 

Stories weave

she writes

repeats

 

 

Emerging bruises

children run to

local park

 

 

Scared blinded

by the

dark

 

Sad stories

she heard

Mother told

 

Broken arm

pigeon lost

in streets

 

 

Touched in

places not

seen or heard

 

 

Speaking now

she doesn’t

just write

 

Breaking the habit

of keeping

stories sealed tight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Resilience

Cleaning out

Memories Like

shattered glass

Echoes of the past

 

 

 

Webs  of

trauma

deceit

Control

Dysfunction,

The common thread

 

 

 

Hold me captive

There’s no release

Clenched claws on

my writing abilities

 

 

 

 

Trail of tears, Searching

for comfort From whoever

abandonment

I fear

 

 

 

Out of the static noise

keep on pushing

My will speaks loud and

Clear.

 

 

 

 

Write it down

Set it free

no longer

A part of me