Poetry Monday: A Goddess in the Fortress of Screams

She sits in a fortress she made with her screams
            Longing for a chance to break free
Many visitors partake in the scene
            None notice her captivity
She talks with them about casual things
            She won’t ask them to set her free

I used to live in my own fortress of screams
            I want to help her achieve her dreams
She says she wants to escape and be with me
            But she is not ready to run –
I can’t force her out, so I must wait and see
            If she fights the darkness she breathes

Many months go by and she says nothing
            But I sense in her a longing
A desire to break the curse at her feet
            But the will to do so is weak –
She avoids my gaze but does not ignore me
            She won’t talk but won’t have me leave
She knows I will ask if now she is ready
            To break the spell and sail the sea

It was easy in the beginning to speak
            We’d be with each other it seemed
I wish I had never confessed my feelings
            Perhaps, grown apart, we would not be
I miss her, but she still feels so close to me
            It’s only her I want to see

I must have patience and understanding
            Ignore my ego and longing
            Think of her heart and feelings
Just as I did, she will break from her screams
            Her prison, she will finally leave
Only she can save herself from the darkness
            She must be the hero she needs

I tell her I’ll wait until she is ready
            I know this makes her happy
I want to be a positive influence
            To help her fight all her demons
She’s strong and beautiful and intelligent
She knows this but needs to be reminded
            She’s a goddess in a fortress
            She will break free when she’s ready

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.

Poetry Monday: The Woman

She’s not just a woman
She is The Woman
The only one
She has such confidence and
Command of her sexuality
She is the most intelligent
The most beautiful
The most alluring
Goddess to grace
This dumpster fire of my life
I cannot live without her
And yet I cannot have her
I don’t want to control or possess her
Love is about appreciation not possession
I love her
I admire her
She does not feel the same
But she doesn’t reject me
She is mysterious and interesting
She’s everything I want in a life partner

From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.