Bent
Never broken
From your anger
And hatred.
Lost soul
Seeking sanctuary
In a sea of tears
And regrets.
Turning inwards
As my body weeps
For those times
Long gone.
Bittersweet
Do these memories taste
Across my tongue
Like a glass of lemonade
On a hot summer day.
Knowing
Whatever
You give
I can take.
For
I am
A survivor.
Bred
In my bones.
.
So do
Your worse
As I laugh
In your face,
Loser.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: Over the past week, I have been reading the posting of Bailey Summers, on BigCloset Topshelf, particularly her story Jem, which has inspired this poem of mine.
