Re(tired)
Re(tired)
Is not old nor useless
But scarred, yet free
A burial of pain
Inflicted within
The deepest
Part of her being
Her mind spews
Volcanic acid — like
Her thoughts too painful
They erupt until nothing left
Re(tired)
Is not old nor useless
Abused and stomped on
Flesh peeled back
Scarred, yet alive
Mind erupting
Words spewing, like
Volcanic acid
Stepping back into
Her own realities
She is not old nor useless — but
Re(tired)
Photo Credit:Yosh Ginsu Unsplash
I edited this image to suit the poem, by adding a few of the phrases which were said to me growing up!
Words kill — they almost killed me!