FLOOD.GATES

As the flood gates open, my heart pours out, but I no longer speak.

Pour the pink heart sap into a saucer

Drink it slowly, cherish the taste

My naive ways no longer guide me with grace

Such a waste.

Flood gates open and my eyes light up

Like gazing into a crystal ball seeking an answer

You won’t find solutions in your bed next to her

Blood curdles — anger.

Suck out the poison from the forbidden fruit

Venomous snakes won’t hurt you

She will, as emotions surface through

So true.

But your truth never was, it washed away with the floods

Disintegrating with the current

Where does it lead me, undertow-deterrent

Forever abhorrent?

Let the gate break free and swing wide

Covers on beds cradle toxic heads

It’s far fetched, the zenith to zed

Over — nothing left can be said.

J.F

 

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Author: Joanna Fanuko

"Hold on to the present; let go of the past; reach your hand out to the future." Join me on my journey through mental health and wellness. PUNKTUATED.blog features my original poetry and deep thoughts. Thanks for following and reading!

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