breathe {poetry}--

ragdoll nightmares

guilt consumes my bones
for I have asked what I did not mean
I have expected an answer to fall from the heavens
yet when it rolled from my lips
I did indeed regret what I had done
but I was told to stand
steadfast
in hopes of becoming something other than a ragdoll
for not once more can I endure
being tossed from one room to the next
encased within my rib cage
I withhold fears of being this inanimate object
seen not heard
loved not neglected
left not cared for
for this cycle is a mean one
thrashing around fabric clad stuffing
ripped from their bodies
their limbs
their sense of worth
I fear being caught in this cycle.

Being held within the arms of an individual
Empty promises pouring from their lips
And yet
I am just as bad
For the words I spoke -
Although they were not empty
They were brutal

Maybe I do deserve to be a ragdoll
And consumed will I be
In a ragdolls nightmare