A Moment of Deception

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We all hide

We take out a mask

And put forth

What the world expects

We often want to vanish

Escape from what we know

To a different life

We can put on a costume

And forget what ails us

But the mask and the costume

Must eventually come off

It is ok to flee for a moment

Take a break

Just don’t expect it to last

Reality will follow us

No matter how good the disguise

Remember the illusion is only temporary


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – costume

No Longer Dependent

****Warning – possible triggers about domestic violence****

 

NO ONE is alone … get help https://www.thehotline.org/help/

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She was his woman

She was his toy

He liked to dangle love

In front of her

Then rip it away

With callous words

And a slap of the hand

He never hit with an open fist

So she gave him

Many second chances

After all it was not like

He had raised a fist

Then one day

The hand balled up

And her jaw got broken

She was alone and desperate

She would no longer

Be dependent upon him

She would no longer be his toy

She found a shelter

And life and love again

Never looking back

 

Again… NO ONE is ever alone.  Call, get help, there is always hope on the horizon!

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Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – dependent

“You’re Nothing”

The darkness consumes

The fading light

Voices begin to whisper

Insults to me

Shadows creep within

My heart and mind

I feel trapped inside

With no chance of escape

The world a dangerous place

But alone with myself

Even more deadly

 

*Remember you are never truly alone but if you find yourself in a dark place like this, world wide there are hotlines you can call when in crisis.   Here are a couple from the US.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255

Crisis Text Line – text HOME to 741741

Veterans Crisis Text Line – text to 838255

 

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – escape

The Wrong Way

The way you laugh –

It makes the world seem kinder.

The way you take time for me –

Makes me feel important.

The way you look at me –

It makes me feel beautiful.

But the way I feel

Leaves me scared…

I think you could make me do

Things I know are wrong.

With just a simple word from you

I would fall into your arms,

Leaving the past behind.

…that thought leaves me petrified.

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – petrified

Escape

One thing after another

The problems compound

But I still have a way to escape

And keep my sanity

 

A walk in the sunshine

A breath of fresh air

The birds singing

The flowers blooming

 

So I stop the chaos for a moment

And then return to face the troubles

If only you would see the truth

And admit your part in this

Until then I am alone in this battle

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – compound

Less Than Perfect (FOWC)

Abandonment from Momma
The fist from Dad
His gifts of childhood
One bruise at a time
Dodging the temper
From an empty bottle
Knowing it would still come
Sooner or later
But he broke free
The tender age of 16
Learned about life
In the back of a bar
And the corner of the street
Worked hard
To pave his way
Living honestly
With kindness
Trying to find some peace
In a less than perfect life

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – temper

Meet Me At The Park

The path lies in front of me
And I gingerly take a step
Somewhat unsure of my footing
Slowly I increase my pace
As I meander through the park
Knowing that you are the prize
At the end of this network of paths
You wait for me
My escape from my life of chaos
The only one I can
Open up to and be myself with
You understand me
You do not question me
You are just simply
My friend

Lost On Saturday Night

the music blasted out of the speakers

the dance floor was packed shoulder to shoulder

many bodies that would undulate to the rhythm

creating a sea like motion over the space

lights flashed and the smells of sweat and alcohol mixed

Saturday night energy pulsed through the crowd

people wanting to find a release

a connection

a moment of escape

temporarily lost in the music

in a world of fantasy…

Thunderous Escape

Turn up the volume

Let the bass rattle my bones

I want the world to disappear

Let me get lost in a song

 

Crank the dial higher

Let the neighbors complain

I want it too loud to really hear

Let the voices drown in my ears

 

Move the dial to max

Let me feel the tune

I want to blast away my worries

Let the music set me free