why the sharp burn as
i swallow the truth for this fractured reality is still what i would choose you're exactly as i left you using riddles to confuse so why am i feeling the blues? because hope finds a perch on the branch of your soul, because happiness grows from your fist of control, because you sail away on golden ships that you stole, and yet i am left feeling the blues. your promises gone like the smoke you exhaled your kindness undone with the damage assailed the monster revealed and the nightmare unveiled and some days i still feel the blues. i hate you for breaking me breaking me down i hate you for taking me taking me down i hate you for making me fight just like you i hate you for loving me with anger and abuse i hate you for saying this was all my fault i hate you for praying that God would change my heart i hate you for saying you could do better than me that my children deserved a better mother than me i hate you for words screamed and words whispered and words accused i hate you for all the silent weapons you used and for leaving me with blacks and blues. i will not stay broken, though i cannot say how i will not stay angry i will not allow you to hurt me and harm me and hold my heart down i will not always feel these blues. someday the truth shall awaken from sleep, and justice will rise from her merciful knees until then i shall dance with this freedom and peace to the tune of my lonely-heart blues.
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about the writer.“Words are only postage stamps delivering the object for you to unwrap” (George Bernard Shaw) past tense.
January 2019
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