#rebuilding self

[alienlove95]

I feel as if me breaking my own promise to be alone hurts more than me loving him. Does that make sense?

[domemescountaspoetry]

Reformation

I’m resetting the bones of my church. Untwisting sinew and cords, I have lifted beams to new heights, Curved, so that I might fill it With hymns and requiems.

I am crackling through cartilage, Sitting with the pain of rebuilding So that my knees may bend Only at my bidding.

I have done away with the altar - Smashed through the marble So that no other might sit higher, Proclaim themselves mighty Over me.

Through the rubble I shift, Looking for answers in what was As I paint new murals To what could be.

[ajournalofconscious]

Effigy

wooden tower, ego stronghold of safety and smug comfort

now reduced to rubble, burnt timber and ash

its vacuous impregnability destroyed by conscious rebellion

cinder and embers are all that remain

consumed in a fire of self-sabotage

punishment for crimes committed long ago

it once surveyed a lofty view of surrounding countryside

landscape dotted with rival watchtowers

each protecting its master’s vain self-disguise

angry child resultantly pillages

burning old bridges once carefully constructed

over years of familiarity

friendships based on lies, manipulation and convenience

each frenemy targeted then attacked

their towers set ablaze through spite and judgement

mesmerized by dancing flames, the child revels

no regrets no remorse no quarter

in the aftermath

nothing remains but bones, dust and ruin

how to rebuild again upon this foundation of scorched earth?

how indeed