Power plays between us entertaining We would go head to head but you could never intimidate me I am always comfortable in my own skin and you forget I am your equal You do not own me and you will never break my spirit
De Jackson (alias Whimsy Gizmo) is hosting D'Verse Poets Monday Quadrille. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the tittle. He has prompted us wit the word "Spirit"
Survival is an instinct Born of necessity Protected at all costs as you would a child and like your spirit it can never be taken from you
It is all you have when times are dire Your resourcefulness when you are without Your resilience when you are knocked down It lives and breathes within you
It is always present yet hangs in your shadows until you call upon it and give it life Your will to survive paramount Your kiss of life Your oxygen
A realization dawns The stark reality that I am merely a possession A purchased accessory a commodity, and reminding me has become your obsession
Speechless I retreat Wounded by your words so blatantly delivered Lacking kindness, Cruel and meant to sting Inwardly I shivered
As you threaten my livelihood I consider the repercussions You will offer no act of contrition But continue to wield your power Indignation unfaltering You have exercised your volition
Papa why? Why did you marry mama and not stay true? Your fighting scarred me for life and distorted my view
'Please tell mama this' and her reply would be 'Please tell papa that' I was good for both of you Used as a conduit for your ugly chat
You, my hero would get the moon for me That was your promise But you forgot that when you chose to be free
So in this, my life that you never knew I hitched to many a wagon My choices calculated They were replicas of you I’d flow from one to another and each time I’d slay the dragon
Pandora’s box there for all to see Pretty, tied with a bow and a note for me If I dared to open the sky would fall in all kinds of disaster A war I could not win
Tempting me with an expensive gift was his cruel way after any rift Replacing an apology with gaudy trappings Presented to silence disguised in wrapping
Not this time It will remain sealed One less weapon for him to wield A gift that will not keep on giving Return to sender! Recipient unforgiving
