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sandra wyllie Oct 2019
if I can’t save me from
myself? If I haven’t the strength
to go on who will hold me up
when I’m about to fall

down? Who will grab the razor
from whence my hand it came? Who
will take the blame for all the shame of
my past? Who will cut the rope

around my neck before I strangle
myself to death? Who will take the bottle
of poison before I empty it out come
morning? Who will hold me in their

arms when I’ve shattered in pieces so
small that they fall off as flakes of dandruff
and are carried away with the wind? Who will
absolve me of all my sin?
sandra wyllie Oct 2019
or not? I told him to forget
about it for today. But I’m not sure
he’ll get the message right away. And if
he does should he ignore it? Then I might

think he doesn’t care. Even if he listens
to me because I told him directly that I just
wanted to keep to myself. Will I blame him
if he does? Listen to me that is, and not go forward

with the call. Am I making any sense
at all? You see I might subconsciously be testing
him without realizing at this precise moment. He’s
****** no matter what he does. He knows this

because he knows me. And I am impossible
to say the least. Right now I do not yet know
which way it will go, only that I’ll probably be
upset either way. And I might regret telling him

not to bother today.
sandra wyllie Oct 2019
is the bright yellow book on
the library shelf. I can read the
title from here without putting my
glasses on. It’s in ******* bold- faced

letters. I wonder if it’s about
a game of chess? But I bet it has
something to do with life’s quest. I bet it
has something to do with relationships. Some

self-help book of sorts? But I could be
totally wrong. If I look at it I would spoil
the fun of our guessing game. But after this
poem is done I might have a look myself. But I’ll

never tell you if I do or what it is it’s about.
sandra wyllie Oct 2019
her wishes? Because she doesn’t
always know what’s in her best
interest? Because she might be testing
you. And you could fail!

Are you afraid to grant her
permission? Because if you give her
an inch she’ll take a mile. And she’ll only
expect more the next time!

Are you afraid to grant her
authority on the subject matter? Do
you have the bases covered? What will
it be that you’ll discover if you let her think
that she knows it? A smart aleck is she who
has the situation set ups so nobody wins.
sandra wyllie Oct 2019
the bratty blonde boy with glasses in
the library beating up on his older sister,
while the ******* mother watches. How can
I try to get this book complete by next week

when I realize this is how men grow up
to abuse woman, because they are never
taught different. He wines and races across
the bookshelves while everyone else

looks on but pretends not to notice
the distraction. I gave his old lady a glare
that would have her straight hair curl like a strip
of paper scraped with the edge of a scissors. Well

the ******* brat’s back at the computer, after
he pushed his sister and slapped her. So, she
never got to take a turn. The ignorance in this
mother burns me deeply. Might as well write about it.
sandra wyllie Oct 2019
you are numb. Your body is
frozen. You’re in disbelief. Your
head goes around in circles. You
clench your teeth. You tell yourself
this can’t be happening. And that it
isn’t. And you do everything you can
to prove it, including bargaining with
the devil who gave it to you.

The second time
you get angry. No, you get
******* furious. He should never
have done this. It shouldn’t have
happened. You feel the heat rising up
your neck. There’s a lump in your throat
as big as Everest. Revenge is what serves
you best. And you wear it pretty in a white
satin dress.

The third time
they say is a charm. But you know
differently. There should have never been
this chance to repeat it past the first. But you
forgave graciously. That’s your way,
of course. But there’s going to be
great harm to someone. And it won’t be
yourself! Three strikes and you’re Out!
sandra wyllie Oct 2019
what you say. Don’t
go breaking young girl’s
hearts. You don’t know her last
experience. You don’t know what
she’s been through.

Young man be careful
what you do. This could have
repercussions that she alone
can’t handle. If you’re not in it
for the long ride get out of the saddle.
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