Try pushing, cajoling
Screaming and wails
Hurl insults like boulders
To get through the day.
Try threats coated in treacle
Not subtle or sweet
You’ll wait till I’m ready
I bow at nobody’s feet.
Watch through cracks in the story
Make your own fairytale end
I can see through your mask
Don’t break and don’t bend.
I may say little to you but read
You so well
I’m wary not scared
You are but a shell.
Ailsa
©️AilsaCawleyPoetry 2018
Your eyes roll as she tells you she can’t take the burden on her
It gets heavier daily
You’re not on your knees yet is your retort
Snarling sarcasm oozing from every pore to poison her mind
Against herself
Agreeing she can accept more, a little longer
Wishing at least one promise comes to fruition though it won’t
Your words twist like a rusty knife leeching poison
Through her tired veins
Someone who has seen it all before makes her promise to ensure this
Is the last time that she gives because
She has nothing left to spare this sucking insect without destruction
And finally although she’s told him just a little longer
Everyone still fooled by the tearful lines of being misunderstood
Calls her up and begs on his behalf like she knew they would
Her sanity worn to a frazzle, because she’s drowning
But that last fight you have before you sink is always fiercest
And she forces herself to the shore where he no longer resides
Leaves the ghosts of the past to play at unhappy families
What does she have left he taunts her……
More than I realised, more than you wanted for me, just more
It’s called life not perfect, but I can make dreams
She has begun
Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry2016
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