GONE GIRL

Her eyes were the color of passion, Yet he didn’t seem to notice when the light dimmed and the passion faded.

He used to say her hair had captured the sunshine it would gleam from all of its perfection, Yet he never really seemed to notice the moment it began to gray.

Her smile used to enrapture him and capture the world, Yet he didn’t seem to notice when it slipped away, replaced with a permanent frown.

Once upon a time she dreamed and she dreamed big, Yet he didn’t seem to notice when her dreams became nightmares, always out of reach.

She never used to cry because she was filled with joy and love, Yet he didn’t seem to notice when her constant tears stained the marital bed.

She was happy and content the day they said I do, Yet he didn’t seem to notice the moment her heart was broken in two.

She was too busy doing her duty as a wife, a mother, a lover, to really see what she had lost, Yet he never seemed to notice she had become nothing more than a maid, a babysitter, his whore.

With all the things he had forgotten to see, is it really such a surprise, he never noticed when she was gone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS

The dewdrops fall like midnight rain,

As I step deeper into the woods with nothing but a flimsy nightgown to protect me from the elements.

The fog rolls in thickening to a soupy consistency,

I realize I have had this dream before, or rather a nightmare.

As I throw caution to the wind and all but disappear in the foggy mist guided only by the pale moonlight.

I for the first time in my life,  am not afraid.

There are no demons from a past long forgotten surrounding me.

There is only peace and my soul rejoices that for once it is just me standing in the nightmare of what once was. Enjoying a late night stroll as it should be.

I am alone with my thoughts, that once upon a time were so chaotic, I knew one day they would drive me mad.

Sticks and stones penetrate my fragile feet,  as I walk barefoot through the forest yet I don’t feel a thing.

My soul has been released and I become lighter than air the darkness can no longer touch me. I am filled with my very own light.

I exude its blinding brightness and once again I rejoice in the knowledge that I am free.

Free of my worst nightmares. I faced them head on and they didn’t break me. They strengthened me. I gobbled them up in the darkness of what once was my soul.

I could feel them weakening as I grew stronger. Now, I am unstoppable, here in the dark, I can finally see the light.

My light, and it is beautiful.

 

 

 

 

CUSP

DAILY PROMPT

I am on the cusp of… something!

Greatness, Madness, it’s to early to tell!

Whatever it is I can feel it coming,

I can feel it in my bones as if a change in the weather.

My skin is itchy with the anticipation that,

I am on the cusp of…something.

My heart thunders in my ears,

my breathing now quickened.

My thoughts are clawing at my brain and I know,

I am on the cusp of…something!

Something, I don’t yet know,

will it bring about the end of me or will I simply go on!

Will I struggle to keep what sanity I have left,

or will all my dreams finally be fulfilled?

My nails are bitten down to the quick, my nerves are on end, I wait with bated breath,

for I know I am on the cusp of…something!

 

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SCORCHED

SCORCHED

WRITE A POST IN RESPONSE TO TODAY’S ONE – WORD PROMPT.

My soul is scorched, my heart is burning.

You came to me with your pretty lies and I ate them up, starved for affection.

You promised me the moon, but all I really received was a tainted love and a bruised mind.

Your promises of love and forever quickly turned to cinders in the smokey remains of once was.

Remnants of our shattered love still float by, burnt embers on the stilted breeze.

Ashes to ashes dust to dust our relationship has returned to the ground from which it came.

No more crying, no more dying, just a scorched soul and a broken heart.

 

 

 

 

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FADING MEMORIES

Terror sets in as my memories have begun to fade to black.

Fade into nothingness or like the discoloring of wallpaper  in an aged home.

I can feel them slipping out one by one. As if the earth’s gravitational pull is slowly yanking them out.

It started out unperceivable to me. A thief in the night stealing those memories I wouldn’t miss. Such as, what I had for dinner yesterday!

Now though as I get older these memories are fading more swiftly capturing more notable memories like the day I met my first love. Or the scent of my husband the day he proposed.

I know to most, the scent of your love doesn’t matter, yet, is it an omen of things to come. More memories lost.

The love I carry deep in my soul for my children. The way my husband gazes at me as if I am the only thing in this crazy world that matters.

The way I feel when I see a sunset. Or the lightness I feel dancing under a full moon on a hot summer night.

When will these memories fade? When will I be nothing more than an empty shell of the person I once was.

Our memories are what keeps us going. Keep us human. Without that! What will I become? I can already see the empty holes of memories lost now cluttering my mind. How long before the swiss cheese of my mind becomes just empty space?

How long before the sunsets turn gray because I can no longer remember their color?

How long before the love I spout to my husband and children turn to ashes in my mouth?

How long before I look in the mirror and see only a stranger staring back at me?

I hold on tight to the memories I have left. I keep them locked away in my secret vault. Terrified of the day those memories too, begin to fade…

 

 

 

 

IRKSOME

IRKSOME

WRITE A POST IN RESPONSE TO TODAY’S ONE – WORD PROMPT.

They were an irksome pair with all their love and light.

I watch them through hooded lashes a voyeur of sorts.

Their breathless kisses and provocative glances, leave nothing to the imagination.

The look of love in his eyes, so strong it almost pains me to watch.\

Drowning in my own self-loathing, I just know the pure love I am witnessing must be a trick of the mind.

Shades of tainted fury color my face, as the green-eyed monster that is envy, surges through me.

My furtive attempts to unmask this fallacy have proven I know nothing of love.

A resounding peel rings my ears and I feel the beginnings of my icy heart begin to melt.

As tears flow down like a river of lava, a sense of loss and regret washes over me.

She turns to face me and a shock runs through my soul at her familiar hazel eyes.

Joy overwhelms my heart as I realize she is me and that man, he is mine.

This vision of love and happiness in my heart, Unbelieving, yet knowing it is true.

That irksome couple no longer scare me, as a giggle escapes me and I wait, wait for the magic of our destiny together.

 

 

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RED DRAGON

She is fierce this dragon with the red wings. The wings that are now spread wide and dripping crimson tears. 

In this light, it appears as rubies adorning her. She is at war with herself and has fought a great battle! I gaze upon this magnificent beast in wonder!

So strong, so powerful, so magnanimous! She blocks out the sun with her wingspan as she raises her head preparing to strike the world again. 

Puffs of smoke escape her nostrils as the fire builds within her once more. She lets out a screech, her battle cry, signalling her next attack. 

My ears begin to ring as the sound echoes through my brain.  My heart skips a beat while I watch unbelieving as her powerful jaws open up and liquid lava spills out onto the land. 

Covering everything her fire touches. I marvel in the heat of her broken embrace. Brave she is taking on the world for little old me.

Yet, she is happy to do so. The world is her playground now. She is in her element. A great beast scorching everything in her path and setting the world afire!

Where did she come from this dragon of mine? I look around at all my obstacles burnt to cinders. They are no longer an issue. She screeches again and I can’t help but smile.

She takes flight her wings slicing through the air, with a purpose. She is now free. No longer will she be caged! She is majestic!

She is beauty in motion! She is I, and I am she! She is my beast, my burden, my saviour!