this is where i lose myself
this is where i no longer know
who or what is real
even within myself
this is the place where
the past is present
in this place
the infant recoils
the child hides
the teen rebels
and disappears
the young adult numbs
the adult denies
this is my family of origin
this is where i lose
myself

jdmjones2011

It is a new year, and yet nothing has changed ( Read more... )

with trepidation she steps out ( Read more... )

Confidence falls, so she crawls to the edge ( Read more... )

How do you sit down and write when there are only 24 hours in a day.  I really need to get my wifi connection for home so I can write in the wee small hours as they seem the only free hours these days.  I've got thoughts that need to be put into verse, so soon I hope.

when everything was shattered, scattered ( Read more... )

This is the skin I'm in ( Read more... )

Lullaby and goodnight ( Read more... )

who will speak for you
when you no longer can?
who will seek justice
when your journey ends?
who can see the life you've led,
who can tell why you are dead?
you have tried again and again
to find a place where pain will end.
you have worked to create
a life from an empty plate.

the puppetmaster sits
high above the rabble
with practised ease
he pulls the strings
making those below
dance and bow
to his desires
he is the judge
and the executioner
always in control
yet always blameless
when the puppets below
don't perform as he commands
and chaos reigns
still he sits
imperious and impervious
saying
look what you've done
look how you've failed
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