Posted in Poetry

My pledge, to me

I AM NOT GOING WITH YOU

Dragged back into servitude to you

You who is the the monster of my youth.

The stalker of my current reality

You are the memories that continue to haunt

A second, unwelcome shadow

A reason to look over my shoulder, to hide my figure

The fear seeping into my very pores.

I can smell it, your scent surrounds me

I can feel it, your touch strangles my voice

I can hear it, your voice echoes in my mind

And yet you are no where near me

I WILL NOT GO WITH YOU

Not in reality, walking behind my master

Not in my mind, enslaved to your conditioning

Not in any way, I denounce and evict you

From my life, my mind, my body and my thoughts

I WILL NEVER GO WITH YOU

 

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Author:

I was 46 years old when I begun this blog, female and married with a house full of cats (7). My past is littered with the impact of events that happened when I was a teen. Two loves of my life have been nursing and studying. I just completed my Master of Arts: Media Studies endorsement. My blog will be about the things I think about, that might be better served being written rather than squirreled away in my mind festering. It is the meanderings of my mind as I seek to define myself and my world.

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