Broken Girls

They say

“broken girls blossom into warriors”

Do I strive to break or be broken?

Read unspoken words

Scamper to the top of mountains

Look down at my bruised feet and my swollen chest

I feel no pain just my pride

For I’ve blossomed

Right?

Each chink in my armour

Makes me stronger

If you claw on my skin

It’s your fingers that bleed

If Someone breaks my bones

They slowly turn to gold

So I break, keep breaking until this earth

Is full of tiny pieces of me

Until there is nothing left to break

I’ve blossomed

“Broken girls” they say

Around here they break one everyday

They wipe off her smiles

That dazzled their eyes

Like rainbows coming up for air

They deem her beauty too bright

So they cloud it with their darkness

And wait for the rains to bathe away

The fairies in her tales

Until only the ashes of a phoenix remain

She’s blossomed.

They break us in droves

A factory plucking out each dream

Storing us in jars

Until the anger is just ripe

They choke us till we can’t breathe

They don’t see, we no longer need to

We simply wait

on the edge of life

Blossoming everyday

So here we stand battle ready

Swords unsheathed

Shields up

Ready to consume all their hate

Their anger is scripted on our skin

Scars that have branded stories

On a mind that wishes to forget

We are an army of warriors

Who never wanted a war…

The Road to Wrath

road.jpg It is here I walk tonight

Despair on one side

Pain on the other

Moving on towards…

 

What, exactly?

 

I am walking in unknown

Loops; the road painted

The same shade of red

Each turn weaponized

 

With swords of rage

 

I pick one up for guidance

All I see is blood!

My former lover

Dying on the side

 

Cuddling his Pain

 

My mouth smiles gazes ahead

I walk on uphill

Hope casts a shadow

On the crimson way

 

My Wrath awaits

 

P.S: Even Moses 

Chased the Mountain

For his God.

Of Rage and Anger

Empty pages beckon
empty words
and I think I’d reckon
writing my devil

He lurks in the shadows
my demon, he smiles
he knows he knows
the turning of the shoe

The clenched fists
and the pounding head
the tied up wrists
the red mist

He knows of the pain
of locking the doors
he knows the restrain
of each glass stained

When finally the world
goes its own way
he gives me these words
to put my rage away

In peace he lurks, the crying ghoul
a wounded beast, every day
gnawing at my soul
Where do I go now?
Where do I go?