This is my free association exercise




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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