V Pendragon

I cannot know how you were broken,

The dreadful words that once were spoken;

I can only imagine how you were played

Resulting in a hurt that stayed…

and stayed so long it steeped in rage,

a pain inside, a hurt so vile

now you foist it on some unfortunate child

and yet it doesn’t disappear,

all that sorrow, all that fear.

It remains inside you just as clear.

Trying to hide from your childhood pain

You’re hurting others again and again.

You’ve become the fear that you once knew

And now you hurt the children too.

How’s that working out for you?

Get some help, coward.

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Altar at Dawn

Who is the “I” that I think that I am?

Am I the Tiger?

Or am I the Lamb?

Who is the “I” that I have become

When all of my pieces have merged into one?

Who is the “I” that’s connected by breath

to my very beginning… to my body at death?

Who is the “I”?

And will I ever know if it matters at all

if I come or I go?

In the very big picture, I’m a drop in a storm;

In my heart,

at this moment,

I just want to be warm.

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V Pendragon

V Pendragon

Astrology-Informed Artist; Author of self-help books on healing with Ozark Mt. Publishers; survivor