The Gravity Between Us – CE Wing

All I ever wanted was to love you
But you had another plan
Still don’t know what that was
What you wanted was a mystery
Now silence and distance
Is all I have
And
The gravity between us
I have no desire to fight
You lost
We could have great together
You may have ghosted
But I am the one that is free
Unburdened
Happier then I’ve ever been
The gravity between us
Has no power
No meaning
As you have no power
And no meaning
To me anymore


CE Wing is a Connecticut Yankee living in the Queen City. A writer and poet. She has dreamed of being a writer since she was a little girl. Her dream was pushed aside for a time but through her journey of self-discovery, she rekindled her passion for writing. She is currently writing a novel, a traditional fantasy with an LGBTQ theme. You can read more of her writing on Wing’s Poetry

Desert Of The Heart – CE Wing

A guest of wind blew through
Bringing a bit of fresh air
Oh how the desert of the heart needed it
A bit of soft rain fell
Refreshing and sweet
Then in the distance
A reflection
Is that water?
I pray it was not a mirage
I quicken my steps
As I get closer
I see a palm tree
And then a pool of water
I reach it and sink to my knees
I quench my parched throat
I sit back against the tree
I survey the desert of the heart
And this one beautiful oasis
Then my eye caught sight
Of a gorgeous red hibiscus flower
Hope bloomed
Took shape
Inspiration returned
And all around me
The desert of the heart
Slowly began to bloom
Into a lush green forest
Alive with butterflies
Hummingbirds and squirrels
Life renewed
Spirit revitalized
Soul repaired
And the desert of the heart
Is no more


CE Wing is a Connecticut Yankee living in the Queen City. A writer and poet. She has dreamed of being a writer since she was a little girl. Her dream was pushed aside for a time but through her journey of self-discovery, she rekindled her passion for writing. She is currently writing a novel, a traditional fantasy with an LGBTQ theme. You can read more of her writing on Wing’s Poetry

Girl Interrupted – CE Wing

I was barely 9 years old
Betrayed
Used
Confused
Buried the memories
The confusion
The betrayal
The pain
Suppressed
The little girl I was
Who I was meant to be
I was 15 years old
Memories
Flooded back
Alone
Confusion reigned
Sitting
Tears running uncontrolled
Wanting it all to stop
Blade pressed to my wrist
Blood welling
Image of my mother
Was the only thing
To stop the blade
I was 45 almost 46 years old
I uncovered who I really am
Who I was always meant to be
And I had been a
Girl interrupted


CE Wing is a Connecticut Yankee living in the Queen City. A writer and poet. She has dreamed of being a writer since she was a little girl. Her dream was pushed aside for a time but through her journey of self-discovery, she rekindled her passion for writing. She is currently writing a novel, a traditional fantasy with an LGBTQ theme. You can read more of her writing on Wing’s Poetry

The Separation

How could I leave her there

I saw the bruises on her neck

and the underside of her chin

As soon as I landed

& when I departed

I held her hair back

As she vomited shaking

& clung to me bawling

As her monster jeered

“You act like your whole family is dying

She’s just going back to America

Now stop it.”

What could I do?

She begged me not to hurt him

& I offered up a thousand solutions

Even a citizenship marriage

But she was too sick to see clearly

Now she writes to me:

I’m so happy and so proud

You got out of your abusive relationship

I’m just so sorry I couldn’t do it

Then she doesn’t write anything

 

by Georgia Park

This Body Is Not An Apology – Christine E. Ray

this body
cleverly constructed
of blood and bone
muscle and sinew
has not always been
my safe house
others did their best
to paint its innocence
shame red
self-hatred black
carved the words
Lolita
Whore
Bitch
under my skin
rendering this body
an iron maiden
a scold’s bridle
a tomb

this body
scaffolded on
an inheritance of madness
and misfiring neurons
has been brought
to the knees
by emotional
and physical pain
this body
ever-changing
has not always
been my ally
a friend
at times
an enigma
a stranger
an enemy

this body
keeper of my soul
my essence
weathered my past
survived being
carved hollow by loss
this body
has bled crimson
cried oceans
howled with rage
embraced lovers
birthed babies
rejected expectations
of what a woman should be
could be
has dreamed universes
yet to be discovered
within me

this body
my body
that I continue to broker
peace with
that I have learned to respect
if not always cherish
has protected me
through five decades
vulnerable child
headstrong, obstinate teen
mother
survivor
fierce warrior woman
but this body
my body
will never be an apology

© 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

The View From Her Chair

wind
I offer to switch seats

With the former mental inpatient

Friend of mine, recently released

When she divulges that the color of my couch

is distracting because it reminds her

of her stepbrother’s corduroy pants

When he forced himself into her mouth

And she says, no, that’s ok

I actually can’t stop staring

At your light blue orchid just above it

Resting on the windowpane

by Georgia Park

Living Dead Girl – M. Robbins

LivingDeadGirl6-1142x706Sleep is nothing more then a far off dream
So here I lay resting or so it would seem
As ashes fall from heavens face
I realize now that I’m in a 6×6 space

A daily reminder of the four walls
A daily reminder of those harassing calls
A daily reminder of how I’m trapped
A daily reminder of how people don’t see I’m handicapped

Life was never fair
Yet it use to be easy to bare
Once upon a time ago I use to care
Now all I do is mumble and stare
Once again into the dark
Once again to unleash the maddening lark

No room for compromise
Because in truth you speak lies
I no longer need fear
Nor do I shed that tear

You no longer rule this world
Go head let your lip curl
No surprise I became the living dead girl

© 2018 by M. Robbins

To see her website The Lost Voice of a Lark  and read more of Robbins Poetry go here