The sound of your voice
Lingers in my head
Your words carved in stone
Like a gravestone for the dead
Breath caught between
My lungs and throat
Leaving me speechless
With no sound to emote
Encircling me as you fire
your ammunition
Not yet triumphant
Until my dissolution
Vex until prey exhausted
Seeing the fear in my eyes
Continue your blasting
Ever a reason to chastise
Always the possibility
Your feelings would turn
Ultimately rejecting me
Like the proverbial worm
An irritation to your delicate self
My face no longer fits your picture
I’m not stroking your ego
Nor resembling your descriptor
Drowning my livelihood
In the sea of your discontent
Regarded as your property
Finding a way to circumvent
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Anytime my friend. I could have written it today. History repeats itself, for me anyway 😏
Thanks for resharing this post.
I still like your writing a year later, and I am rooting for you to feel differently soon.
Thank you so much Irene. You are a love 🙂💕
Thanks Judy! 😊
I hesitated to press “like” because it somehow feels complicit with the oppressor.
It at all! You were liking my writing 😊😂
I definitely was. Your writing can be so powerfully descriptive!
Some powerful images!
Thank you …. I try 😊
My pleasure and you do very well!
Aww thanks! 😊