Reprieve

it’s a different world out there
a sense of darkness lingers in the air
where hatred and prejudice have claimed the day,
where humanness and compassion have lost their way

will hatred win and will love lose?
what now should our children choose
when words of hatred spew from everywhere
from mouths of leaders who do not care?

where courageous acts go unnoticed
indifference reigns, a sad prognosis
for the world that once was, nothing but a dream now
how do we move on? I no longer know how.

via Daily Prompt: Reprieve

Unmoored

she’s feeling unmoored
undone
not knowing if she’s awake
or caught in the web she’d spun

seeking solace in her thoughts,
she pensively weaves
threads of happiness and laughter
and sweet deceit

until he comes,
unsuspecting
caught in the lies she tells,
unrelenting

in her need for submission
to his desires
until he rules her heart
and quenches her fires

via Daily Prompt: Unmoored

Panicked

the smell of beer reeking from your pores
makes my skin crawl, makes my thoughts flee
far from the present, to a time long ago
when you ranted and raved, when you blamed me
for being unhappy, having nowhere to go
as if the door was never open,
this life you call your cage
like the smell of beer reeking,
out again comes your rage.

Via Daily Prompt

NaPoWriMo Day 14: Measure

How much do you love me,
he asked her one night
as they lay spent and weary
after another fiery flight
into the never-ending abyss
where his touch pieced her together
stitch by stitch, scar by scar
for his love had no measure

I love you until the end of time, she said
until my heart shall cease to beat.
I love you without reservations –
You’re my sanctuary, my retreat,
where your arms enfold all of me
heart, body, and soul,
even the storms that lie inside me
With you, I am whole.

via Daily Prompt: Measure

NaPoWriMo Day 10: Blindly

Blindly she loves him,
she’s the only one who dares
take a step into his darkness
even when his words ensnare
as he tells her he loves her
whispering the sweetest of lies
each one veiled with a yearning
of true love in disguise

via Daily Prompt: Blindly

NaPoWriMo Day 6: Denial

she should have seen it a long time ago
when her lies began to wear thin,
when everything she believed in
crumbled from within

for too long she held on,
hoping things would turn out alright
until the day came and there was no one left
and her day turned into night

with no one to turn to,
no one who still cared
till her soul began to wither away
till her teeth bared

until the day she awoke,
no longer asleep at the wheel,
defeating the demons who bested her,
the ones that brought her to her knees

the stories she convinced herself to be true,
the lies that she chose to believe –
but that was a long time ago
and now she can no longer be deceived.

NaPoWriMo Day 5: Champion

let me be your champion, he said
let me stand by your side
let me be there for the highs and the lows,
let me inside your mind

tell me the things you yearn for,
but don’t tell me what turns you on,
your body tells me more than your words ever can
the darkness you seek, reborn

show me how much you want this
enough to give me your devotion and pain,
and I’ll give you the calm you’ve been searching for
my touch, the balm to the darkest desires you can’t name.

NaPoWriMo Day 4: Cusp

it seems like the world’s on the cusp
of all things dark and cruel
where the lights are slowly going out
where suddenly, there are no rules

where hatred gets first billing
and greed comes a close second,
where kindness hides in the shadows
where no sanctuary can beckon

the maligned ones to come to –
for they’ll be among the first to go
along with the poor and the weak,
where to? I don’t yet know.

but for the hope that lies inside me,
I pray the light will go on,
I hope you’ll keep it alight
until the last of us is gone.

NaPoWriMo Day 3: Prudent

she’d always been the prudent one,
the girl who played by the rules
until He set a game for them,
far from what she’d always known
to be good.

But she knew when to walk away
and when to stay calm,
and on nights when He’d let
his demons out, she knew better
than to run.

For wasn’t that how love was?
Sometimes gentle, sometimes rough?
But never too much that she’d
fear His touch; He was more
than enough.