Nothing Lasts Forever (June 25, 2019)

Once more 

Pride over 

For another year. 

Unease fills me

Dark clouds

Hovering overhead.

Knowing 

How lucky 

I am. 

Leaving abusive past

And violence

Behind. 

But reality is 

So finicky. 

What's given yesterday 

Easily stripped today 

Or tomorrow. 

Blink of an eye

Shouted slurs

Promising violence. 

Questioning 

Personal safety 

Like never before

As tears fall.

Therisa © 2019

Broken System (Fiction) (November 24, 2011)

Knife edge

Pressed against

The tender underside

Of a wrist.

Hope

A foreign word

Which has

No more meaning

At all.

Complaints

Fell upon

Deaf ears.

Forced to deal

With volatile emotions

Beyond

A person’s control.

Blamed

For everything

That has happened

In the past.

Two

Swift stokes

No more.

Therisa © 2011

Author's note: An older poem, from 2011, with many elements that ring true, for me, it's a fictional poem. Yes, I know, it's a dark poem.