The Core
One step forward
Feeling brave
Finding A voice
They think she’s a fool
Learning
starting
The knave
raising defences
boundaries to make
People around her
Notice
sigh
“Fake”
Eye rolls
The mocking
Waiting for signs
Told you
She’ll turn
Static and flywheel
No middle gears
Hurting
lonely
No one around
The heart breaking
So quiet
Barely a sound
Awkward with phrasing
Confused Twirling thoughts
Conflicting actions
No warnings
No talk
Silent treatment descends
That familiar thick cloaking
the new path
Disturbed
equilibrium
breaking
Searching for clues
In the words that were left
Feeling
Sad
Disappointed
Confused
Bereft
Searching for signs
The reason
The rhyme
No forewarning
Fait accompli
The audience is waiting
Only one casualty
Compassion and care
Fly without thought
Applied in writing
Real feelings are caught
Answers for questions
Avoided and quashed
It’s not about her
Invalidated
Now Squashed
Close confidantes
The truths are revealed
Feeling foolish
She shares
In an uncertain world
Memories descend
Of men without care
used and controlled
New thinking
then vanishing
to entrap was the prize
The outside persona
Never matches the soul
Self preservation
Our only life’s goal
Silence descends
The unwanted familiar guest
The thoughts keep twirling
Destroying in seconds
Those thoughts
Rare
Now put to rest
How sharp the steel
That pierces the heart
Trust and compassion
Loyalty a twisted dart
It doesn’t involve her
Shes last resort
No one cared
Hurt them with truth
Forewarned and forearmed
Time needed to process
The real truth
the facts
Not deliberate
No harm
Shock from messages
Too late to talk
The choice was a given
The real reason unknown
It’s nothing personal
The timing was poor
Learning to trust
The most difficult of all
Experience had proven
Every time
She falls foul
Standards too high
Unrealistic
Non workable
People don’t care
Empathy like a magnet
Draws the wounded and sad
A bright flaming beacon
Misunderstandings
They all hurt and search
For an ear
They’re not bad
Towards her they lurch
Trying hard
To be happy and good
Tentative footsteps
Maybe this time
she should?
Rarely feeling anger
Hurt
alone
Leaving life as she entered
Searching for contact
Naked Cold shivers
Shock from the impact
Crying
Alone.
#365Words
@Swirlingfire, 19 August 2019