Poetry



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Reflections
by Darcey Ann Marie
9/1/16


The painful gaze
The glassy haze
Of a single silhouette
Framed in chrome.
With a chip
In the glass 
Where 
His hands 
Once
Did pass.
Remembering 
The reflection  
That is 
No more,
In the
Shiny fancy mirror.
Today she
Stands alone 
Where he 
Stood behind.
Placing her
Arm over her head 
Gently led
She's cupping
His neck
As his knowing fingers  
Make their trek.
Down her body
Inch by inch,
Tracing his way
Longing for 
Another day.
Grazing her
Fullness 
Lightly
As he makes 
His rounds.
Her heart pounds.
On each
Journey down.
Down.
Down. 
Down.  
To the valley 
Of her waist,
Further still
Increasing his pace.
Moving back up
And starting again.
Eyes locked. 
Stolen time spent 
With each and every
Descent.
Taking in 
The moment 
As if it could be captured,
Heart raptured. 
Saved
For the loneliness 
Of today
The painful gaze
The glassy haze
Of a single silhouette
Framed in chrome.




Sleepless
by Darcey Anne Marie
7/2016







Beyond the Little Yellow House
by: Darcey Ann Marie
5/8/16

Yesterday I cried
At the purple flowers.
And the shadow
Of darkness
Covering them.
Reminding me
Of
Your purple bedroom.
And
Your purple purses
With matching
Purple heels.
The purple walls

Inside
The little yellow house
That sat high on the hill
Of the dead end street.

Yesterday I cried
At the butterfly
Flitting about me
As I
Walked home.
White and
Carefree
Alongside
The weight of
Unspoken words
Unfinished business
Unfair responsibilities
All
Unwrapped gifts
Left
Like open wounds
I cannot heal

From
The little yellow house
That sat high on the hill
Of the dead end street.

Yesterday I cried
At the song
Echoing
In my ears.
Remembering
Your hands
Clutching me
With your
Crooked little fingers.
Powerless.
All this,
As I sat
In the sunshine
On the swing
Like we used
To do
In the backyard

Outside
The little yellow house
That sat high on the hill
Of the dead end street.

Yesterday I cried
But today
I have
Dry eyes
Amid the rubble.
Finding
The rare stones
And shiny bits.
Playing bicycle
On the couch
Waving goodbye
At the picture window
When you could
Still stand.
And even when
You couldn't.
I believe you can do anything
You set your mind to do.
Spoken with
A credibility
Only
Your mom
Is entitled.
So you believe it
Deep
In your bones.
I hold
All of this, mom.
And I bring it
With me.
As I follow my dreams

Far beyond
The little yellow house
That sat high on the hill
Of the dead end street.




She Stands
by: Darcey Ann Marie
















She stands
Alone
Tall and strong
Colors gone
Naked branches
Warmed by the sun.

Pondering
Her barren bones
Colorless tones
Stark and sleeping
In the snow.


Standing
Hopeful
Look at me
I am more
than this tree.
Exploding life
Yet to be.

But for today

She stands
Alone
Tall and strong
Colors gone
Naked branches
Warmed by the sun.



Turn on the Light
by: Darcey Ann Marie
8/20/15
















She's jarred awake
Again
By the nightmare.
Not all of it
But enough
To know
It was the nightmare
Again.
Heart beating wildly
Terror in her throat
Scream
Damn it
Scream
But nothing comes.
It's just a very bad dream.
She reaches
A robotic reach
Right
To the sleeping body
Alongside.
She grounds herself
Prepares to fight.
This is my bed
This is my home
I'm safe here
But the demons still roam.
The nightmare
Is random
Detail free
With fear and shame
Growing
Wildly.
Shame sneaks up
When life is hard
Misunderstood.
Tonight
It appears
When life is good.
Too good
Misaligned
It sneaks right up
And it
Grabs her from behind

No. 
Please
No.

Three brave words
When she was
Once
Brave enough
To utter them.
Three brave words
From
A teenie tiny girl
To a 300 lb monster
Refusing to honor them.
He still wins 

Every
Single
Time

He steals brave
He steals "No"
He leaves remnants
Completely tore.
What was once brave
Is no more.
Yes
Becomes
The access door
For the shame monster.
The mirror glare
Just to remind her
He's still there 

Must
Close
The
Door

Miles and miles
In between
A strong new body
All have been seen.
Many pounds of armor
Shed away
Yet still
He finds his way in
And suddenly
She has no say.
Through the door
and swiftly out
Her body
The monster
Still unable to shout

Too thin
Too pretty
Too fit

For her own good
She's to blame
Surely
As it should.
Ironically
She feels 
None of this.
Shame is her 
Reminder
You aren't all that
Disgust does blind her.
Start again
The long
Painful road
Lace up
Carry your load.
Find the
Start line
Dig deep
Don't give up
Do not weep.
Put the lid on the box
Next time
The monster
May stay away longer
Next time around
You will be stronger

But
It's exhausting
It's humiliating.

I'd like to tell her
She should be brave
I'd like
to tell her
But her or I
I cannot save.
Shame is like darkness
Just turn
On the light
Save yourself
From the darkness at night.
But instead
I lace up
And I head out
Forcing
Myself
Out the door
A brave imposter
Ever more

I hope
She follows me
On my long run
The early morning
Darkness
Always brings
The sun.

Be brave
Keep going
One foot
In front of the other
And the sun will just rise
The darkness it will smother
There will
Be light
And even
Just for today

The monster will be gone
In the light of day