Walking Away

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The day she’ll walk into your life
I’ll feel the striking of the knife;
You will no longer want me here
There’ll be no need for me so near.

The day I’ll see her in your arms
My spirit will not bear harms,
For it will splinter up and break
With every breath that I will take.

The day I’ll walk away from you
A hundred blades will cut me through.
And as I turn then will I pray
For strength to keep looking away.

The day that I will say goodbye
Will be the day my heart will die.
I’ll walk away and won’t return
For you and I, I’ll always mourn.

The silent smile on my face
Will hide the pain I can’t erase,
Pain, agonizing and unbending
Just know that I will be pretending.

© Copyright 2018 Olivia G. Owens. All rights reserved.

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Inner Demons

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I’m building walls they have to climb,
Push them away time after time.
They mock and laugh, and then hit back
And easily get back on track.

I’m building walls they have to climb,
Push them away time after time.
They gently brush away my hair
I take a breath but there’s no air.

I’m building walls they have to climb,
Push them away time after time.
I shake them off just for an instant
They grab on tight, they are resistant.

I’m building walls they have to climb,
Push them away time after time.
I choose to face them feeling stronger,
They smile back and hold me longer.

I’m building walls they have to climb,
Push them away time after time.
I’m giving up and slowly fade
Give in, find solace in their shade.

I’m building walls they have to climb,
Push them away time after time.
The demons offer their embrace
I just give in and take my place.

They find me when I’m all alone
And cut me down to the bone.
I’m slowly learning how to die
My silenced eyes no longer cry.

© Copyright 2018 Olivia G. Owens. All rights reserved.

Beautiful Friend

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This poem is dedicated to my stepfather. This would not have been possible without you.

Here’s to you…

Hate will consume your life, they all say,
Hate is a burden that looks for a prey.
Darkness will slowly envelop your soul,
An easy rhythm of fear and control.

Hate is a burden far too great to bear,
A certainty more revealing than glare.
An incurable wound without any bounds,
As wretched and tragic a word as it sounds.

My hatred’s alive, it keeps going strong.
Forgiveness is earned, forgetting is wrong.
It’s easy to hate you for all you have done.
Forgiving, forgetting feels just like a gun.

A gun to your head devoid of all favor;
Torment charged bullets that only I savor.
A gun that shoots constant horror and pain,
Two gifts from me – your woe keeps me sane.

Hatred of you makes me happy, fulfilled,
Makes me work harder for the life that I’ve built.
A life full of love, endurance, and joy,
Something you want that you’ll only destroy.

It’s easy to hate, you’ve infected my life,
Unbearable cuts you made like a knife.
I am not ashamed and I’ll scream ’til the end,
My hatred of you – a beautiful friend.

© Copyright 2014 Olivia G. Owens. All rights reserved.

 

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