I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
There are so many of them.
Not schizophrenic,
Internal diversity.
Full of opinions,
Full of shit perhaps.
Sifting through
The baggage
The positive and negative
Words spoken
True or false
Compiling self,
Deleting self loathing
Building character
Finding a Voice
Speaking out loud…
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She wasn’t certain what demons would be waiting when she turned the corner. It was worse thank she feared. Stopped in her tracks she stood face to face with the only creature she was afraid of. Herself.
A cascade of tears
Flow down my face
My heart becomes
A cavern of empty dreams
There is no next chapter
Written from here
I must start over
Hone a new craft
That will become me
Hold my head high
And wear the crown
That carries hope
Once upon a time there wasn’t a happy ending. People met. Fell in love. Fell out of love. Met again and had families, or didn’t. Maybe never met and that was ok too. Some people lived and others died. Children grew up and continued the cycle. Life moved along as it does. Endings happened. Some were happy most were sad, but life always began again.
Another mass shooting
When will the hate stop
Can’t go to school or worship
Without a pop pop
Afraid to say or do
Anything today
Wondering if you’ll be next
For living life your way
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The mind
Past pulling me down
No escaping
No living in the now
Only dreams
No breath
No life
Chained by the ankle
Will run when beast is sleeping
No escape for now
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Heartbeats synchronized
Bodies intertwined
She senses love
From the twins within
Her belly their home
Together they grow
Heartbeats synchronized…
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Irrational
Incompatible
Baggage
Words
From the unaccepting
Unloving
Incapable
Under developed
Heart
Beautifully complex
Full of life
Wise
Words
From the devoted
Understanding
Living
Beating
Heart
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I feel alone
Though I am not
I watch them
Living their jubilant lives
With complete abandon
My inner child
Beckons me to
Let her out
The winsome girl
I used to be
I want to be.
BW©️
B.A. Wilcox © 