Posts tagged ‘Vulnerability’

September 9, 2013

Prying Truths

by Teatart

Is the sky not sapphire for me
as it is for you?
But still – you see more.
“Behold” you command
but foolishly I see not.
I grasp …
but it is only air I touch,
flailing for balance
yet still unbalanced.
Is that not loss I saw
within the realms of your sight?
Proof?
Proof enough of thought?
My armour is weak
to you only do I give
yet I know not if you want me.
Do you see me as only a child
that is weak and ignorant?
Do you chortle behind sheltered panes
at my naivety and gullibility?
I know not.
It is only my inner soul
on a platter of polished silver
that I bare now.
Do you want me?
Weepingly – I know not.

~ Sherrie Dyer

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April 24, 2013

Loving a narcissist

by Teatart

Tears and apologies
Seared hearts and dreams
The common foe that draws near
Is never as it seems

I stand by your side
As your lover and peer
But when the battle wages
I seem to become the enemy you fear

I know you are vulnerable and scared
Dealing with past hurt and pain
Choosing to fight against me
Becoming so self-centred and vain

Your actions are maiming and destroying
A fragile love that once was so pure
Aggrieving me has become your favourite hobby
Leaving our bond to each other shaken and unsure

Don’t you see how your actions scar my love?
How each day I withdraw from your touch?
I seek solace from your intolerance
And build up walls to protect me from such

Each day is becoming a little harder
To give myself fully to you
I know it’s not your fault you cannot love me
For the only one you need is you

Yet I have vowed to never leave you
On this rocky road I have chosen to travel
With each step I desire to become harder
Creating distance from what will be my ultimate unravel.

~ Sherrie Dyer

April 17, 2013

Crimson tides

by Teatart

Why do I allow you to hurt me?
I put up walls
Yet you break them down
Brick by brick
Cementing my trust
Paving a pathway to deceit

There are no windows to your soul
No shelter from the storm
You feign warmth and mercy
But your heart is cold and cruel
Solidified in stone
Unable to recognize or give love

As a spider spins a web to catch its prey
You thread an ornate tapestry of lies
Your tongue drips golden nectar
Smooth and sweet
A disguise for the bitter aftertaste
Left by your venomous poison

I feel drained, lost and alone
Carving my way through a maze of emotion
Despising my own weakness to resist
Your faux vulnerability
Your façade of brokenness
Mirroring that which I do not want to see

For I am broken too
Fragmented, cracked, fragile
Wanting to believe your love can set me free
Understanding that that can never be
Only one can mend this gaping wound
And only by His crimson love can I be washed clean.

~ Sherrie Dyer