By Twinkle VanFleet
Your secrets she carried them well
Your regrets, she could have taken to hell
Your confidences, she held inside so tight
Your lies she covered them
From pretend to spreading for headlights
She took the blames as her own
Most- right toward the gravestone
Taken for granted; abandoned
Your lies she hid to never tell
For your own rise, prizes and people
Drained, too much to hold onto
Take some? Not even a little
Except your own sins to confess at the steeple
Deceptions, other’s misconceptions, restless
Decisions; pained spirit, heart, body and bones
Liquid courage, that little bottle lured it
To breaking down glass houses and home stones
Upon the pavement
She spread her wings
Intent, mission served
Reasons observed, so well deserved.
Abide or suicide
Ignored, no one to reach for
Many folks lost, blind to the signs
People are given up on for not enough time
Will swear to God they never saw anything blue
The beginning becomes the end,
Reaching out, passively pleading, Negative 10-4
Raining, blaming, scolded, but still loved them more.
Pressed, distressed, stressed, aggressed, led to arrest
51-49 and a half, leaped toward ridding someone elses mess
Deliverance, have you guessed?
Insist, persist, wouldn’t resist, did her best
Affirmative, 5150, tests failed, now you’re dismissed!
#CRPS #RSD #Suicide #Ideations #deliverance #5150 #poeticimagery
I truly am grateful for life, but not all tests and experiences are mine or just for me…
They’re yours, too.