Secrets (an acrostic poem)

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She wanted to bare her essence, her soul

Embracing her truth before setting it free into the world

Cauterizing the cuts those words caused by her clutching them so desperately tight

Releasing them would allow so much healing to enter

Except she just couldn’t do it.  She screamed as she hugged them tighter

The idea of giving up her truth and being naked, of needing to find a new truth

She would be an open window, an empty container, a person without value, a woman without …

Bend (an acrostic poem)

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Being flexible was one of his strengths

Everyone knew he could roll with the worst of punches

Now they would still leave him bruised and bleeding

Didn’t break his spirit though

Crabby (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t care less what you think Miss Know It All!

Rarely does something come out of your mouth that’s worth a damn

And right now isn’t one of those moments

Being the refined person, such that I am, I won’t allow myself to stoop to your level

Because to do so would admit that you put me in a foul temper, but we both know that’s not the case

You just run along now and go to Hell, you hear?

Blah (an acrostic lament)

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Being sick is always sucky, especially when it’s your stomach and intestines

Listing there aimlessly, hoping for the internal torment to subside

And yet all you can do is moan and hope for a break in your condition

How many times can you count the bathroom tiles?

Agent (an acrostic poem)

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All the queen’s men stood tall; heads bowed low

Giving respect for the pine box being carried between them

Every eye was dry, but their hearts wept with each beat  

Nothing was more important than being there to respect their fallen comrade

Then they would go out into the world and exact revenge

Grip (an acrostic poem)

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Giving up and letting go of reality

Realizing being delusional is so much easier to cope

If you think about it, though, that is so scary to do

Perhaps It might be better to hold on for dear life

Block (an acrostic poem)

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Being on social media can be so draining

Left and right posts about hot takes and hot button issues

Or the unwanted advances of strangers into personal headspaces

Can make you want to flee and hide under an analog rock

Know that there is a button that might help put a stop to that

Bat (an acrostic conversation)

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Being a creature of the night, it is an obvious spirit animal.”

Ah, so you identify as a skunk?”

That’s not funny, Gordon.  Do that one more time and I take back the spotlight.”