Untitled (May 13, 2016)

You can

Call me

Nuts.

When

I say

Can hear them

Clearly.

As if

It was yesterday

They spoke

Their toxic words

To me.

And not

Decades

Ago.

Wish

I knew

Why I retain them

Over happier

Encouraging messages

Throughout my life.

Building lofty spires

Of happiness

And encouragement.

Instead of

The numerous graves

Pockmarking

My soulscape

I have dug.

Many

Still unfilled.

Those filled

Contain parts

Of my self-confidence

And self-esteem.

Without

Any ceremony

Or marker

Left behind.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Wrote this, on my way, to Friday's art program. Have been struggling with my emotions, lately, and a rising need to isolate myself, from the world, in all manners.