Wednesday 28 March 2018

The Fallen (March 12, 2018)

A long held taboo
Hidden
In the darkness corners
Of most societies.

The very act
Of mentioning it
By its victims
Is met with ridicule
And offense.

As if
They're seeking
The public spotlight
Of fame and notoriety
From society
At large.

Receiving mixed messages
From those
In position of power
When coming forward
With their complaints.

Wondering
Who should they trust
With their truth.

When their truth
Is dismissed
By statements like:

“It's just boys
Being boys.”

Else
It's “just sibling rivalry
Nothing to worry about.

As their very lives
Are shredded
Once more
By each brutal step
Through the healing process.

As if
They had committed
The crime
Themselves.

Internalizing
Their self-hatred
And self-anger
Into a very negative
And destructive energy.

As self-harming
Becomes the norm.

Some self-medicate
Through the abuse
Of alcohol and drugs.

Placing themselves
In high risk situations
To find self-worth
And self-value
From others.

Or else
Taking sharp objects
Scoring their bodies
Until blood shows.

In shame
These wounds are hidden
Not wanting to draw
Anymore attention
To themselves.

While
Battling thoughts
Of impurity and uncleanliness
That no amount
Of soap and water
Can remove.

These hideous cycles
That will continue
Until broken.

Another heavenly Angel
Drops ahigh
Into the fiery pits
Of Hell.

With little notice
Or concern
Beyond brief outrage
As life moves on.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: Not sure, why I wrote this poem on domestic violence/abuse. Except, I felt this need to do so. And yes, I'm a survivor and a witness of this, myself.

Thursday 22 March 2018

Downward Spiral (March 9, 2018)

Down the darkest corridor
I do walk through
Seeing the merest hint
Of light
Before me.

Torturing me
These brief interludes
Of cruel mirages
Caressing my soul.

Only
To come crashing down
Bathing me
In the renewal
Of darkness.

As days flow
Into weeks
And later
Into months.

Where time is
Only measured by
The changing
Of seasons.

My voice
A muted sound
Moves from being threatened
To endangered species list
As my words vanish
From sight.

Knowing
The dangerous sound
That silence is
For a person
Like myself.

There's no escaping
Once labelled extinct
As Death takes
My soul.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: On the weekend of February 3rd and 4th, after my 2018 birthday, I was having active suicidal thoughts. This the first time that this has occurred, since the holiday season of 2010-11, when I last attempted suicide. What this meant for me, I was hearing, in greater clarity these self-harming thoughts. That as far as it got for me, during this time, I was battling a virus for eight days. A belated birthday present for myself. Am no longer having active suicidal thoughts, since then.

Wednesday 21 March 2018

Only, In America (March 1, 2018)

Am I
Far too cynical
To believe
Real change
Is possible?

As the headlines scream
Of another student massacre
By an armed gunman
At a U.S. school.

In a nation
That views firearm ownership
As a God given right
Carved in stone
By the U.S. constitution.

Legally
Where anyone can use
50 bullet or bigger magazines
In their semi-automatic rifles
Hunting big game animals
Through urban forests.

Boasting
To whomever
Who’ll read their dreams
And achievements
On social media.

As innocent blood bleeds
Through Angels’ fingers
Over the Elysium.

Their bodies
Barely buried
They're pilloried
As Fake News
Or worse.

Agents provocateur
Seeking the destruction
Of the United States
And it's way of life.

Like Holocaust deniers
These ‘gun righters
Cherry picking the truth
Creating a world filled
With fear and hate
Justifying their existence.

In believing
More guns will solve
This growing epidemic
In American society.

Honestly
Ask yourself.

Will arming teachers
Make the classroom
A safer place?

As the bullets swarm
In the classroom air
Like a disturbed hive
Of angry killer bees
With their deadly stings.

Increasing
The level of MAD*
And chaotic moment
Of engagement
As everyone flees
For safety.

While
Politicians pose
In opportunistic photo-ops
Congratulating themselves
For their decisive action.

And yet
Each new death
Shows the shallowness
And lack of real leadership
From the political class.

Sadly
Only the death
Of the United States President
By an assassin’s bullet
Will produce
Any real lasting change
In American gun laws.

*MAD: Mutual Assured Death

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: No need to say anything more.

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