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F White
Poems
Nov 2014
Flagellate
Sometimes I feel like a walking calamity.
sort of unfinished-
like a painting missing just that last daub.
Like a sketch instead of a snapshot.
I'm clothes that don't totally fit.
I feel ungrateful- often.
Smarmy and altruistic.
A vain liar.
the princess ideal is not for me
nor is the martyr
but lately I feel I wear both the dress, the cross and the crown.
Invisible stigmatas staining my palms.
Bearing everyone's burdens but my own.
When did I decide that was my job?
Who chose to put me in this role?
If I am in charge of my own destiny, why did I choose such a lousy one?
in the final fight,
I won't walk to the light. I'll brandish my umbrella for the storm cloud.
I've painted on the silver lining for others. They've eaten my words.
But this is something I cannot swallow.
Oh life- you bitter pill.
Copyright fhw, 2014
#love
#depression
#life
#loss
#existential
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