Sunday, April 19, 2020

Post Mortem

Young and broken,
You had me believe.
Dependent solely on you.
Groomed to suite your needs.

Needing to be needed, 
I clung to your intermitted praise.
Afraid of life without you.
A love unconditional,
Until it was.

Growing and maturing.
Voice growing steadier,
The conflicts began. 
The balance of power,
No longer always yours.
Hot and cold, to keep me guessing.
Eggshells I no longer cared to walk on,
Were cracking beneath my feet.

The foundation was crumbling,
and the end drawing near.
There were conditions.
I knew.

I jumped.

In the darkness, a glimmer.
I turn to face the day.
That shame I carried, was not mine.
Those chains no longer bind me.
New life, I am finding alone.





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