3089: Not Another Unicorn Poem (March 13, 2019)

Upon my soul

Does the tears

Of an unicorn fall.

Gently

They caress me

In their tenderness.

Of a stolen innocence

Before its time

And place.

I can 

No longer return

Ever again.

Penalty of death

To body and soul

Most painful manner.

For what

Was cruelty taken

From my childhood years.

A blessed gift

Holiest of holies

Child can receive.

Chance to dream

Land of hope

And opportunity.

Now

Charred remains

Of death and destruction.

Where the dying seek

Final absolution cleansing

For their souls.

Forever denied

Through selfish acts

By other children.

My fate sealed

Condemned to wander

Without shelter.

Unable to rest

'Til fInal judgment

Has been delivered.

Knowing

An eternity and beyond

Is awaiting me.

Therisa © 2019

Author's note: Written, during the early morning hours, as I struggled to fall asleep.

Another Sleepless Night (August 26, 2018)

It's 2:20 am

Sunday morning

Brain stuck

Operating overdrive.

Unable to disengage

Joining body

Badly needed rest

It screams for.

Sleep deficit mounts

Each passing second

Am awake.

Sleep hygiene

Distance rumour

Among synapses

Exchanging current.

Adamantly refuse

Adding another drug

In medicated body.

Have enough

Interacting

Own unique way

Screwing things up.

Without adding

Any possible fear

Of an addiction

On top of this.

Thank you

Very much.

Sigh.

Therisa © 2018

Author’s note: Finally, fell back asleep around 6 am, after a 4 hour interruption.

Just Desserts (August 2, 2018)

It's 4:26

On a Thursday morning

Mind racing

In tangents.

Banished from

Hypnos’* embrace.

Healing rest

Body and soul

Desperately need.

Outside voices

Penetrating reality

Called life

With alien thoughts.

Offering gifts

If heeded

Soul-spoken words.

Eating forbidden fruit

Without guilt

Or shame.

My doom

If you wish

Stares before you.

Randomized words

Chaos formatted

Varying verse length

Into stanzas.

Literary devices

Am told

Called poems.

*Greek God of sleep.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: A poem for Poets United’s midweek motif writing prompt: poems.

Entering The Light (June 20, 2018)

I stand before you

My hands reaching out

Trembling with fear

Scared that I have hurt you

With the words

I had to say.

Knowing

That they carry

A double edged sword

To my soul

Like a dagger plunged

Ever so deep.

Unable to say

The reasons why

That you'll understand

Why this pain grows

Like a wildfire

Consuming all.

The bitter ashes

Is all

I can taste

Upon my body

As the wind blows

Into my face.

As I lay naked

Before you

My soul stripped

Prostrated to the altar

Awaiting your word

Your gentle touch.

Knowing

My honest words

Are wounds to you

However you denied it

Your eyes say otherwise

Having said too much.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note: Another late night/early morning poem, I have written. Am surprised that it took 30 minutes, from start to finish, to write this. And yes, I had REM’s Losing My Religion playing in my mind, as I wrote this.

This poem, for me, is about the aftermath of coming out to someone, who is close to you, emotionally. I hope, I have done justice and respect to REM and their song.

A poem for this year's Pride Poetry.