Dandelions
More than seedlings displaced by the wind,
You begin to disappear.
Less than forced breath and a shudder,
I no longer wish you here.
You have no place in this life of mine,
A role you never should have played.
Relinquishing this pain to space and time,
I refuse to play your simple game.
The wind may carry small pieces of you away,
I watch as nature takes its course.
And though I still have much to say,
Your release has its own gravity - your bond no more.
Though time may pass, the pain may remain,
A terrible, horrible curse.
You placed on me a layer of shame,
A mask I'm forced to wear...
Laying in the ground dead Dandelions play,
Twisting in the wind.
The promise of a wish at bay,
I take a deep breath in.
It may take some practice,
And many tears I will still shed.
With my wish I release you,
From the prison in my head.
Here I've kept you safe,
And here I've kept you warm.
Like a new Dandelion in the wind,
I shall withstand your storm.
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I have to release the hold you have on me. I have to find a way.
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Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.
