Bittersweet salty confections
Conceived, nurtured and born in the face of a beautiful monster
Frightening creature is she; done in by self-imposed limitations and her own perceived inadequacies
She breathes tragedies, her pores expel the stench of her own personal hell
Wrists bearing the marks of her desperation
She feels she's failed and cannot forgive her own transgressions
She thinks she's exhibiting discretion by isolating herself, so afraid that the crowd will guess her secrets
She hides the pain behind plastic smiles and artificial giggles
But even her laughter hides tears that cry
She's so convinced by her own lies that truth could bite her and she'd not feel the sting
Her fingers curl in upon themselves as she mutters silent prayers to deities unknown to her
She wants to save her own life but can't decide if the fight is worth the reward
False pride and counterfeit self-esteem are her banners
All this because he lived and died on the same day
His tears cried too
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This piece was inspired by a woman I love more than life itself. I so wish I could take away her pain, her desire to self-destruct. When I was young I wanted to be just like her. Hell I wanted to be her. I thought she was prettier, smarter, better than me. But she is just a woman. Just an average woman with an average woman's fears, nightmares and insecurities. She lost something precious and it drove her to the edge. So now she stands with her toes clutching the rim of a great precipice, arms out, ready to fling herself into the abyss. I want to save her but I don't know how. I want to love her but she won't let me. I wish she would love herself a little more but I don't think she knows how. My tears cry too. For her and my lost nephew.
2 comments:
This piece was exquisitely beautiful. Felt the emotions behind the words. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks sis, I'm glad the piece did what it was supposed to...
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