Just a little something I’ve been toying with today:
Words bleed from my pores,
staining my skin and my clothes.
No amount of sass to scrub clean
the words you dirtied my soul with.
You told me I was a failure,
so I strived to be much less.
You told me I was unloveable,
so I always settled for less than I deserved.
You showed me I was worthless
so I learned to seek the best, holding on to
You pumped me with words as poisonous
as any street drug. Like any street level dealer
you knew how to control me: tempt with a taste
and you’d soon have control over me.
Like a drug-addicted scarecrow seeking to be filled,
I kept coming back trying to get my fix.
You never let me down either.
You chained my soul, filled my arms with
hypodermic needles too strong for me to remove.
Love finally freed me. Love found me &
I found healing in the rehabilitative waters
of self. I pulled the needle of your words
from my arms so I could be free.
Now you hate me because I stopped allowing
you to teach me how to hate me. But that’s OK
we both know there’s always someone else,
somebody who’ll accept your drugs
cuz the war on drugs is not one we can win.
There’ll always be someone disgusting enough
to supply the poison and someone desperate enough
to need the fix to try and fulfill something within.
I’ve been working on my WIP, Micah’s Falls, but this poem is something that came to me while I was writing. I stopped to get down what came to me initially; I’ll come back to this poem later because I need to get back to work on my WIP. Hope you are doing something today to fulfill your wildest dreams because maybe they’re not so wild and maybe it’s possible for it to be more than a dream. Maybe one day all your dreams can be reality. Right? Right.
Peace & Love,