mockery

sometimes she didn’t know what to do with herself
what a waste
opinions catapulted deafening blows
expressions white-blinded what mattered
too naive to deflect
puncturing soul barbs
drawing pictures squashed angst to line
writing words squeezed pain to paper
praying removal from her clumsy hands
Believing it all
she became someone she wasn’t supposed to be
for a long while
searching
not for love
but hallowed acceptance
isn’t that always the way though –
Ashamed to admit
a typical case
this mockery
depression
outlandish behavior
for a long while
lashing out
until the woebegone trail presented
a mighty mountain to be climbed
a swollen river to navigate
a barren desert to cross
did she do battle for
the person
she should have been all along…

Paper Shadow

Paper Shadow

I like this guy. He was done months ago and I’ve used him for a post or two…
I’d love to have an eraser hat 🙂