Raw thoughts form
from a jagged, and worn mind
creating rugged tales-
.
Stories filled with chaos
pain lacing each plot twist
meticulously placing each stanza-
.
To try, and truly convey our hearts
describe our darkened souls
without causing too much terror-
.
We know what it’s like
hot, and cold panic
chest tightening with agitation-
.
Each syllable rips off another scab
blood-laced ink lines empty pages
cryptic metaphors reveal untold truths-
.
An organized murder scene
decorates a once white canvas
with the stories of my life-
.
Marring its purity with my afflictions
contaminating an adolescent soul
almost ashamed of my torment-
.
Still, I bleed out my essence
digging into forgotten depths
turning over neglected soil-
.
Until I’m bleeding, freely
purging my demons
renewing my defenses-
.
Yesterday is finally over
tonight, I am okay
tomorrow remains unknown-
Unapologetic 
So well expressed, Nikki.
And a perfect ending, some nights when I lay my head on my pillow, I say,
” thank goodness, this day is over!”
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Thank you so much, Margie.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Powerful words shared by a talented writer.
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Wow that’s a first for me and I’m blown away. Truly. Thank you so much
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Life is always testing us. We learn to go forward and never give-in. I liked the honest tone of these words. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
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