I read over the poems I wrote while on my leave of absence from WordPress and I’ve found some worthy to share. For the next week or so I have scheduled some new stuff to read. I hope you enjoy.
I sat on my hands . . .
watching the drama . . .
that beats in my chest . . .
and leaks from my eyes . . .
defenseless and vulnerable . . .
revealing my naked weakness . . .
exposed in the light of day . . .
that was once hidden in darkness . . .
curled into a tiny ball . . .
invisible to no one but myself . . .
seen and ignored . . .
on displayed and teased . . .
once I was a loner . . .
before I was included . . .
accepted as cool until . . .
I lost myself in a cloud . . .
choked on the smoke . . .
drunk with powder in my nose . . .
an open invitations . . .
between my legs . . .
silent sadistic thrills . . .
self inflected abuse . . .
bruises burning my ass . . .
confusing lust with love . . .
she said I was a follower . . .
to me her thoughts did matter . . .
until I found my introverted self . . .
no longer caring what any thought . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 8/16
Thanks for visiting come back tomorrow and read my new poem Us Verse Lupus