For today’s prompt, write a “last straw” poem. Everyone encounters situations in which they decide they’re not going to take it anymore (whatever “it” happens to be).
She held on as long as she could
Feet scarred from years of egg shells
Feeling the faint strength within
Increasing in vertical swells
For years she tried to live
Under a powerful radar
Knowing she could do no right
Existing inside a broken avatar
The last straw came
Like lightening ruptured her soul
When he hurt her baby
In a violent rage out of control
Pain had been reserved for her
She knew how to survive
She never felt worth a change
But one forbidden touch opened her eyes…
Please Note: “she” is not Me. Thanks for reading.
I once knew my future.
I could see it in my mind.
Not really one I would have selected,
If I could have chosen from a line.
I once felt hopeless about the future,
I didn’t know why I had to wait.
I wondered why I was here at all,
Why I couldn’t just rush fate.
I once feared the future,
Unsure if I had enough strength.
To make it through the pain,
In the path of final tragedy.
But I realize I was wrong,
That the lenses I peered through were tainted.
By deception and fears I’d adopted,
Regarding a future unpainted.
I no longer claim knowledge of what’s to come.
Predicting, I don’t even try.
I don’t worry about what will be.
One day at a time, on God I rely.
Love, a crystal river ever flowing,
Graceful streams of beautiful clarity.
In true form it progresses unabated,
From, and to, an infinite eternity.
Broken trust, a stone-upon-stone laid dam,
Hindering what should be natural movement.
Built by the hands of harmful betrayals,
Once closed and carefree eyes are now vigilant.
The dam must be destroyed,
Brick by vicious brick if need be.
The crystal river is still vibrantly alive.
Love wholly again and break free…
Since her no became maybe,
And her maybe became yes.
Her life changed for the better.
Love, now color from silhouette.
Since she set her heart free,
From the chained armor she once knew.
Her heart has grown soft and pliable,
Yet strong and resilient too.
Since she learned to trust,
To shed the uncertainty and fear,
She carried around from past pains,
Her present moments are now clear.
Since her no became a maybe,
And her maybe became a yes.
His life changed for the better,
They soon are to be wed.
This is based upon a dream I had last night.
Standing stable on solid slab,
Aloft undefined ground below.
Suddenly flat surface begins to slant,
Small seeds of fear were sewn.
Growing steeper and steeper,
I was shifted out of balance.
The tilt more and more threatening,
My security now, but a fragment.
Grasping to the upper edge,
My only link to safety.
Only one arm available,
My other injured beside me.
I was horrified and panicked,
Cluttered, indistinct destruction swirling.
Hand slipping, to let go meant to die,
Into an unknown I couldn’t see, an abyss blurring.
And then, all became still, upright, and stable again…
I discovered it hadn’t moved at all,
The person with me was confused, at best.
It was some sort of hallucination, I was told,
Suggested to have been triggered by stress.
In the longing for love’s longing.
In the desire for quenched desire.
In seeking that which seeks to be found.
In wanting to speak the unspoken whisper…
It’s easy to compromise,
Just to be held.
To know a lovers touch,
Ignite the oneness meld.
The thirst for reciprocation,
The warmth of another’s embrace.
Companionship’s determined pressure,
Can cause one to choose in haste.
Love’s mere existence is purposeful,
There’s much to be gained.
While genuine and beautiful,
Love can wrongfully enslave.
Shifting intuition into chance,
A misplaced heart searching for forever.
There are benefits from love in all forms,
Learning through mandatory errors.
Perhaps enduring pain and abuse,
Horrors of loose humanity.
From the longing inside for love,
Interlocked with fear’s company.
Can we learn to wait?
Acting based upon faith.
Protect our irrevocable hearts,
And avoid regret’s infinite refrains.
The face of evil
Kept under veil
As to lure
Hearts true, pure
Essence of foreboding
Dark as pitch
Cause of light eroding
Destroyer of peace
Nurturer of fear
Claws grip tight
Rip and tare
Of the soul
Which will be theirs
Without God’s hold