I know, I know, another poem. How could I? I had a writing inspiration and a writing feast. I couldn't stop myself. It is amazing what a little peace and time away from chaos can do. Next week's post will be the end of the short story series (I promise!!! I have it almost complete and then need to edit it.) and then it is back to the book posts. I am almost done. Two more chapters to go. Don't distract me now.
Writing in Red Lipstick
I came home that
night
Walked up the
stairs slowly
Never turning on
the light
Enjoying the
cloak of darkness
Fearing the
glaring light of reality
I did not fear
the dark
It was a blanket
that covered up sins and scars
It was an
impassable wall
Keeping at bay
the wolf who now sleeps
Down the hall
from me
I know the path by memory
The memories of
destruction seldom easily fade
I entered my room
Slowly closed the
door
Never making a
sound
Never disturbing
the night into waking
Never alerting
the moon
To appear from
behind that cloud
And I locked the
door
Knowing its
fallible defense won't protect me
Refusing even now
to light my path
I tip toed and
stumbled
Cursing under my
breath
Soundless fury,
quiet shock
I walked into the
bathroom
Closed the door
behind me
It whispered shut
And I held my
breath
The sound of
nothing felt loud, screaming
My held breath
releases
Like a gale force
wind
I crept like a
ballerina
Gliding effortlessly on my toes
I grabbed a towel,
rolling it into an impenetrable roll
I laid it by the
crack in the door
No light gets
out, no light gets in.
I turned on the
light
And looked straight
into the mirror
I tried to give a
smile
But it didn't
change my face
Dark circles
Tear stained
eyes
Red nose
Disheveled hair
Sunken cheeks
And eyes whose
depths of sadness
Seemed deeper than
the ocean
I clench my fist
I dried the tears
with the back of my hand
I squared my
shoulders
Anger now pouring
out of my eyes
I stood taller
somehow
Resolution!
Resolution!
Awareness
does not always come
Wrapped
in a pretty bow
Often
it cuts
Like
a knife
Straight
into the heart
Cutting
through to the bone
I grabbed for the
black tube
And gave a small,
angry, defiant grin
I opened the tube
slowly
Turned the knob at
the base
And raised it up
to the mirror
taking a deep
breath
Should I really?
My head snaps
back up
Did you stop to
think
Before you hurt
me
No!
And I write my
message in red lipstick
THE END!
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