I call myself a warrior not because I am incredibly brave, but because I still exist. That doesn't mean that a wishing well of sorrow doesn't persist. One so deep that the sound of the stone dropped therein never leaves a sound. Bottomless, these waves of heartbreak come unexpectedly and without warning. They wash over … Continue reading Warriors Still Bleed
Category: Panic
THE LIE
A thing that grows and stings the soul, Of the ears in which it lands.Pain ruptured wound now reopened, Doubt begins to wonder once again.How does it so easily slide right off, The tip of that self-righteous tongue!Once verbalized it floats about in space, You can't deny or ignore its strength, It tugs and breaks … Continue reading THE LIE
Loss
Into memory’s doors, I do cautiously and slowly tread, Dressed in black the family glides dazed around me, A video is showing happier times of their family tree. Stunning is the woman weeping and whispering, Tender words to a quiet, listless man lying down. Tissues quietly muffle her sorrow and her sound. I speak to … Continue reading Loss
My Wrath
Lips pucker and brows wrinkle as he stares.Anger burrows in deep erasing his kind features.Borne is this unsummoned yet familiar creature,From the inferno of my own unrestrained wrath.Stinging remarks racing from my impertinent gateway,Chilling his heart and granting birth to my sin and guilt. by Joni 6/19
No Real Danger
Panic seizes me like a panther stalks its prey for the kill, Unbiased to the weakness it seeks in the frailness, Of the wavering, unstable victim, as it waits, acutely surveying, Then moving silently, a short rush, a bite to the neck and it's quelled! Like a dark shadow in an alley, poorly lit with … Continue reading No Real Danger
