The psychology
by Monica Hoppen
I’m a realist
Well now a Revelation
A once “pebble in my shoe” noun
I thought out of your shadow, to see blinding light, I saw myself.
For 45 yrs I instinctively craved without knowing
Searching without reason
Longing, without but not one vision of what I longed for
Trust?
The Key to my revelation. To trust myself.
I sit here thinking of ways to reveal what I finally saw
Minutes pass
Time falls like glass from above me
Fracturing my fear of myself, it is Beginning.
Reason
Reason without reaction
Clarity, Ease, Softer
I am but a gentle breeze kissing your naked body
Your eyelids fall for their last time, my poison I learned, steals your life from me, and yet again, I am as aways, an infinite thought.
Noise so deafening. I hold my ears to block the sound. Instinctively I raise my head quickly. My eyes flash from left to right mapping out the room. My victim lays before me. What have I done? Your still alive
I have stopped myself from hurting you. I back away clawing grabbing dis-orientated, off balance
You may have beat me, a child
You stole my light and my smile
You named me, the devils child
What you taught, I refused to learn
I can not revenge, I am no killer
Instead, here are my memories and all I have learned
Please forgive me for thinking there is no good
Published on the Writory Wall.