Losing the Lie

Mourning the loss of an illusion Mourning the loss of a delusion. Mourning the loss of a lie. Not mine But I believed it my whole life. I thought it represented love, the subliminal type. As the lie becomes clear. As manipulation reveals itself here. As I contemplate the lie. Its revelation coming to die. … Continue reading Losing the Lie

This Daughter’s Life

There was no phone call to make No nostalgic pictures to post. There was only an empty longing For that which I wanted most. No phone call. No pictures. No reading of scripture Will ever undo the hate with which your So called love used to hit her. There was no phone call to make. … Continue reading This Daughter’s Life