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They say that we're lucky,
and we are,
To live in a safe town,
Where nobody dies
and there's little crime.

But it's a lie,
They say it's safe here,
It's better here,
But nowhere is safe.

Because down by the train tracks,
The bartender of a little bar
was ***** and murdered
in the parking lot.
They left her naked,
No dignity, not even in death.

I know that I'm far safer
than a lot of others,
But the truth is,
Nowhere is safe,
Not here, not in the country,
Not in the city,
Nowhere is safe.
We deserve to feel safe and she deserved to live.
You took a lot of things from me.
My dignity,
My hope,
My self respect,
My innocence,
But I think the biggest thing you took from me
was my feeling of safety.
I haven't felt safe since that day.
I'm so afraid these days.
I've been thinking about feeling safe a lot lately, as I'm sure my poems reflect.
.~Christi Michaels~March 2015~

~ present in many forms ~
~ insidious mindset of need ~
~ casting tenticled web ~
~ once pulled in ~
~ your wrapped ~ trapped ~
~ doesn't have to be a substance ~
~ something you ingest ~
~ forced into your body~
~ through innocent skin ~

- one can be addicted~
~to the desire of love ~
~ yearn of recognition ~
~ appreciation ~
~ validation ~
~ exhausted ~ heart wrecked ~
~ eventually ~ there is no rest ~
~ illusions ripped away~
~ you're left with ~
~ destruction ~ malfunction~
~ you've become sick in every way ~

dependant devotion
does no one any good.
when it's used to try to fix things
that can't be fixed by you
It's a difficult lesson to learn
letting your loved ones fall
to realize the truth
That lays beneath it all



Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
~ω~⊙~ω~ dependant devotion ~ω~⊙~ω~
~ω~⊙~ω~

precious life begins
entering womanhood now
in my arms you sigh


~ω~ω~⊙~ω~ω~

Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
precious
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