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The sound of my own voice
dormant for so long
Jars me unexpectedly and painfully
from the unwelcome silence

Bones rattle inside my head
unused to the volume
The subjugated resonance
erupts from the confines of my soul

Embers smoldering century
after century ignite within me
Injustice, servitude, acquiescence
all now banished from this body

Sparks kindled in youth blown bigger by the condemnation of me,
Of my kind, of Womanhood
grow into an unstoppable bonfire

A roaring blaze to protect those
of my kind young and old
To wake them from their apathy
shake them from concerted paralysis

Remember and stand against coercion
fight against suppression of self
Our right to choose the path we want or need to take with and for our bodies

Not for what someone else believes
we should do

Silence an unbearable
noise in the heart
Alone crowded with
interminable memories

Regret shrouded in
indiscernible innocence
Anger smothered in
unrequited love

Injustice satisfied
with ruthless forgiveness
Justice held in the hands
of the unforgivable

Life permeated with
the edgy fear of death
Death sweetly scented
with cloying promises

Catch me I’m falling
the blackness draws near
I fear the ending
is really quite clear

Alone and abandoned
during life’s cruelest hours
The worst is upon me
in my final hours

Into the void I am going alone
no hand to guide me
no comforting smile
to help me along

Catch me I’m falling
the emptiness of time
is upon me now
must I traverse it alone?

One wall holds trinkets
garnered from vendors
little tents along alleyways
in valleys and on beaches
of lands far and near

One wall holds baskets and gadgets
and things mundane to others
yet most dearly loved by me,
colors overlapping into an organized chaos within my vivid imagination.

One wall holds items necessary
to living, a knife block, a shelf
and a tray. A spice rack resides there and a hook for fancy towels to dry wet hands and a pad for lifting hot things.

One wall holds dear, photo memories
of the life that was lived. Babies born, marriages complete, children now
parents themselves and flowers long gone, but all will live on within me.

Darkness has settled around the house
the sun pulling up the night sky
to cover his warmth and dim his rays
while taking the morn to others

Mother moon slips in half way
mercurial in her moods of disclosure
unable to shine bright from within
she steals the suns light as he sleeps

Animals all either rise or slumber
nocturnal creatures roam to feed
while diurnal’s find a place to shelter
safe and sound until morning

I pad down the hallway on bare feet
the soft slapping sound reminds me
it is time to sleep my body needing rest
turn the lights out going to bed alone

Atop a magical boat of sails
as it takes a spin
or three
out into the open sea

One can stretch a wing or two
into the breeze
so they can see with eyes of blue
this fairytale written for you

Though it is only barely there
the ink where written
still light and pale
do not scorn the sudden gale

It is not through contempt
our lessons we learn
but through pain and worry
and saying I’m sorry

Thursday Inspiration #228
Peanut Duck
Hosted by newepicauthor

Two separated by one
one who sits alone
loves cruelest thorns
pierce three hearts
painful vines separate them

Years split away from decades
vines entangle and thicken
impossible to unwind
tiny red buds form
bloom and die

The bush grows bigger
pushing past its boundaries
hungry roots slither
beneath the fertile ground
poisonous to their prey

Just as the wandering rose
began its uncharted meandering
so too did three lovers
embark on separate paths
of intertwined heartache and joy

In response to Fandango’s
FOWC with FANDANGO –
Prompt Word … IMPISH

Rough beginnings first trimester
tiny babe nearly lost from the womb
Unseen fighter with his mother
not willing to relinquish life

First birthday what a party
friends and aunts filled the room
Little man in his walker
pinched his fingers party’s over

Five years old first day of school
hops on the bus a big boy now
Sister walks beside her brother
loving helping the best of friends

Changes happen as is the way
school and friends can often sway
Innocent minds so easily corrupted
sometimes they are led astray

Boy is grown into a man
leaves his home to forge his path
Decides his life was not so grand
turns his back on mom and sis

Estranged now for many years
confusion reigns wondering why
How I miss my impish boy
hope to see him before I go away