You speak
and the words being spoken become your safety net;
widgets
speaking things behind which you can hide,
shifting the concept between reality and truth.
You bury the pain so deep it becomes obsolete
and, knowing you can no longer run
you hide behind your words.
You’re imprisoned in a cocoon full of used parts
a security expert of your own life’s wreckage
a dine and dash conundrum of sorts.
Panicked and lost in the theatre of your dog house,
getting a head start but knowing you can no longer run,
you hide behind your stride.
You walk
unaware of the tracks you leave behind
losing your balance
yet making a valiant effort to erase the details
of a life turned inside out,
you’ve become a protégé
to the bomb collar around your neck.
Knowing you can no longer run
you stake a claim to someone else’s happiness,
unaware you’re cashing in
your one-way ticket to oblivion.
Sandra girl you are hard, great poem. Proves how talented Dominicans are.
I really love this Sandra. There are too many of us out there portraying those exact words in your verses. Love it
Words spoken from the heart to the heart..
Powerful words Sandra!. Keep writing
Sandra,that’s a deep reads…Well done!