Music Box Ballerina

Hands in the air,
Spinning around,
Stuck to a pedestal,
Lost in the sound.

Why am I here?
Can’t anyone see?
I need to get out,
I long to be free.

Trapped in a box,
I perform to amuse;
They watch and they mock,
They jeer and abuse.

So I keep pretending
And dance with a smile;
When the music winds down
I can dream for a while.


Breaking Point

Everything has a breaking point:





Elasticity only goes so far before it yields
and can’t return to the way it was before;
anything beyond that tempts breakage,
definitive destruction.

via Daily Prompt: Elastic

Circle the Drain

It’s dizzying,
maddening even,
watching you
circling round and round.
I did my best.
I tried to help,
but you refused
and floated away
on another revolution
of denial.
I tossed ropes
and rings,
lowered a ladder,
until at last I accepted
that you have to
want out
before I can save you.

via Daily Prompt: Circle


It’s been nearly a decade,
but I still think
about that one day…

I was only home two days,
attempting to begin healing
physically, mentally, and emotionally,
when you decided
I needed to know.

You called me a selfish monster,
a hateful beast,
and blamed me for destroying something
that hadn’t existed in years.
You decided
I wasn’t broken enough,
so you unleashed
your bitterness, your anger,
and aimed it at the fresh wound
in my chest.

You told me I needed to learn
how to make sacrifices
for the benefit of others,
but I guess carving out
my own heart
and giving it to someone
who needed it more
wasn’t enough.

So you broke me further,
the one I had always been told
I could count on,
no matter what;
you twisted my vulnerability,
clawed at my mind,
and ripped apart
what was left
of my sanity.

But I’m still here.
I put back the pieces as best I could;
I’ll never be the same,
not with all the gaps
where some pieces
were obliterated,
but I’m alive.
I’m living.

And you’re still
just a