Free Verse
Thunderbolt
I am the architect and I hold my destiny within my hands. I am the grand design and am sculpted with no regard for plans. My rigid assumptions have halted me in my path. My nuclear contempt for you has the same outcome as my high demands. I've absorbed enough of your hostile energy. Every time I'm reminded of you, you return to catapult everything. What's it's like to be untethered to you? Any way it could have happened and I knew I'd take it to the extreme. Scorched earth did not separate the dying embers from my heart. We were both cleansed through the inferno and now I lay waste to all that you left behind. I am not the one you abandoned; I am the one who walked in the opposite direction. I could not reside where my presence was no longer necessary. If you had it your way, I would never have found my courage. Don't mistake my silence for surrender. Don't underestimate my willingness to take the long road. I will get there even faster now that you're not here weighing me down. Cut the cord that keeps us afloat. Sever the tie that prevents us from resuscitating. Reanimating isn't just for the walking dead anymore. I can stitch myself back together with all of my former body parts. They will realign and fuse back into one. A weakened pulse can find its strength again. A hollow core can finally be on the mend. Just because I didn't foresee this betrayal doesn't mean I didn't account for it. You don't get to resurface from this drowning and expect me to wait for you beneath the waves. I can hold my breath far longer than you can. This pressure will not keep me contained. The carbon dioxide will not keep me confined. The grave you dug for our future is the only thing that will be buried. I will use the dirt from our coffin to orchestrate a new beginning. Rebuilding from scratch is not as awful as you claimed it would be. You have truly failed to make a martyr out of me
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Harangue Me
I am severely disappointed in you. Poor little damsel, who is going to save you now? This stranger has now left me alone to pick up the pieces. What I assumed would be permanent turned out to be temporary. But the skull I now have in my hands once resided on your shoulders. The trauma you subjected me to I threw back at you as well. Medusa had it right, my stare will turn you into stone. But your gaze never turned my way and eventually, my grasp sought out your head instead. Your actions never matched your words so I must decapitate you from your spine for your indifference. Indecent compassion and compromised judgement forced me to hold you accountable. The scales must be balanced for the both of us. I will meet my fate with a triumphant roar. I can only hope you will meet yours and be stripped of your vanity. You left me in distress amidst the chaos in your mess. You thought rejection in your wake would devastate me. I rejected you years ago but still held firm in my loyalty. My devotion is a thing that had to be completely broken before I could begin anew. What title do I give you now? Former lover and absent father? What can sustain me now? You cannot vanquish me now. You can't punish me anymore than I've punished myself. You're not akin to godliness. Your false power cannot delude me any further. Buried down by the weight of your infernal glory. You lit the match to set me ablaze but I am immune to the fire. I've drank plenty of antidotes to inoculate myself from your presence. I've been tested and have survived to make it to the finish line. I can't continue to believe that I must struggle in order to heal. Why must I suffer because I feel it's my burden? What remains that can justify this injustice? I'm not the victim you thought you created. We couldn't align our trajectories and will never intersect. There is no peril strong enough where I can't rescue myself. Dragon breath and serpent fangs cannot penetrate me. Tiger blood and mammoth tongues cannot smother me. I don't need your permission or your approval anymore. You had your chance to evolve and you still chose to regress. I chose myself over you instead. I don't need a hero to lift me into the sky. I don't need anything except for these tears to dry
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
