February 23, 2016

The Spirit Soars

DoveShe struck so many times I began to lose count

But each time my failure in every amount

She would slander my worth

Spewed with disdain

The spit always upon my face

 

In the forced intimacy

My body unmoving within the bed

My mind would ascend to happy places

Thoughts upon the days of play

 

She scorned the spirit I hid deeply

There would be that moment and that time

One day I would touch what is free

I would find it within me

 

When she threw all the bottles, trash and hate

One day there would be that escape

That other world beyond the ugly

The other place where people loved me

 

 

On the couch I would dream of moments to come

The moments of my strength

Moments of love and of peace

 

I would make a plan and patiently I would wait

One of these days I would have that date

Time I had hidden in corners

With the tears and bruises and all the scars

 

With the many hits and emotional wounds

I knew that day would be coming soon

I wasn’t sure how but I knew I would manage

 

May nineteenth will not be forgotten

In my memory it will forever remain

All that I have fought for

Will be all that I gain

 

I recall the fear of being alone

I stayed safe and secure between four walls

I had survived but had not begun living

The day had come that I had thought of many times before

Let’s become now all that I have been given

 

The first venture out I gave to panicked trust

I sat alone in that coffee shop shaking off the rust

I made it back to my place of solitude

The walls built of fear I wiped clean

On all four sides I would hang the triumph, strength, survival and cheer

 

Among your best you tried to break which I had hid from your dark

The body lie on the floor but the spirit always would soar

I reached inside and picked myself up

To the mirror I would pause

I finally spoke of words I had never thought to say

 

What comes first is the love of yourself

What comes first is a trust you must never lose

What comes first is to hear I love you

Accept where you have been but always recognize that you have survived

Never forget the others where their spirits hide

 

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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion

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