Don’t ask me to stop
Not today, when things are needed
Don’t ask me to be still
Not when the world spins
You are not here, when promised
Don’t ask me to peel away strengths
To forget who I am, who I fought to be
To feed your need to take care of me
I do not need to be taken care of
Not as I once thought I did
In yesterday’s fraught with fear and lies
Of living on my knees
I rose up through the filth
I fought through my monsters
Caging them in a perfect mind
Dancing with them to exhaustion
I rose up victorious even in pain
Don’t ask me to stop and wait
Don’t ask me to be less
Tell me instead you embrace my strength
Run to catch me, laughing in celebration
16 June 2015
QBG_Tilted Tiara 
Standing t.a.l.l. Love this. Cannot help smiling, Val. Two thumbs up because that’s all I have.
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Thank you Tess, this is one from my journal sometime back. Now and then I pull them out because they are relevant to whatever I am feeling at the time. I am so glad you liked this one.
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❤ ❤ ❤ Indeed.
YES !!!!!!
Ahh, thank you Valerie.
You do not need to be taken care of! Excellent!
Small screams of independence, acknowledgement and a reminder.
Thanks
Oh yeah ….
I know, right?
Hi, Val! I have missed you, missed writing, missed reading. My life has been a constant state of juggling everything and working, seemingly, non-stop. I love this post and the picture you chose to go with it. So happy I was able to catch this one. Hope you are doing well! XOXOXOXO-Kasey
Hey Kasey, I feel you, truly I do. I am glad you liked this one. I think it speaks for many of us.
XXX
Val
This form of writing,
This lyrical form,
This metaphorical verse…
this is your gift.
I LOve, Love, Love.
and appreciate you, VAL. xxxxx
Thank you my dearest friend. I ❤ ❤ ❤ and so very much appreciate you and all you do.
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You have indeed fought through monsters, both literally (in the form of your attackers) and figuratively. Wonderful piece.
Thank you Carrie. My offenders, they were only some. My monsters populated the landscape from very early in my life. Now I can honestly say, I know their names and can either put them in their place or sign their dance cards.
I am glad you like this one.
Very well done …. and I see much of your personal story, BUT … I won’t ask. 😉
You are right Frank, my personal story weaves through this one. It is simply one of the many from my journal.
Val
At least I sensed it. 🙂
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