Kicked

How dare I defy you? How dare there be fight in me?

Kicking my chin up, sharp, again and again.

My head snaps back like the tree branches above me.

I take another hit, three, and four…

Blood stains your pristine image, your ideal self, even the extensions of yourself

Your expensive boot kicks, marks my face, my neck.

You would do anything to collapse my throat, the words that haunt you.

I try to connect you to what you are doing…

My words float like gentle wisps above your charred halo

Disconnect…In your mirror you look beautiful.

Tomorrow you’ll wake up and imagine you had never known me.

And that my demise was unfortunate, too bloody to speak of over breakfast.

Your plastic company surrounds you, changing faces, changing horses’ midrace.

Eating the scraps of your rehearsed goodness, believing in the picture you paint.

To your face, your little army lines up, scared as small children…

They have met your boots…

Truth is no longer expected of you.

What empty thoughts could build such a sad facade?

Do you pretend to sleep at night, do you pretend to dream?

How can your days keep adding up, yet no wisdom you have learned?

I sought at first to help you, refresh you and awaken you...

I reached into the void, a frightening place for my pulsing, vibrant soul to feel,

You took my hand, then let me fall, disconnected from me you were...

For you had never felt such pain and passion and brilliance as I,

I feel, and you do not, so only I was harmed.

I watch you from afar now, as you cut throats and kick shins...

Like a giant in a small and fragile world.

I will take these bruises and these tears, and add them to my wisdom...

Your house will only fall, empty at your side.

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Cagsil 5 years ago from USA or America

I certainly hope this was your way of being creative. If not, then I'm not too fond of the person you speak of or individual. Then again, you could have another meaning for it altogether. That's why I said what I said. :) No one should be put through pain in the manner you describe it, but I am also wise enough to know it does happen. I would have to say it would be the "alpha" male or female, who would be the coldest of them. Their ego and self-inflated self-worth, literally gone to heads. Nicely written. Thank you for sharing. :)


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russiangypsygirl 5 years ago Author

Thank you for reading, and thank you for your gallant dislike of the subject of my writing;). It does hold more than one meaning... but definitely more than one. Thankfully I am too fierce to put up with anyone using me physically, however, we all fall prey to the emotional bruises and pain that I describe. I love that you read my work, Cagsil, thanks again for your comment. - Gypsy

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