Saturday, May 11, 2013

Words in the Wind

real-biker-chick
It is clear now I can't ride away
From who I was and am today
Faced again with all this life
Born of love, yet raised in strife

Each time I feel I've broken free
I look inside and still find me
Not only a broken child inside
A writer with nothing left to hide

In the abyss of hopelessness I see
A writer is what I'm meant to be
A child, a woman, a wife, a friend
With each word I etch my heart does mend

My words not easy for some to read
Turn heads away as my heart bleeds
Cover their ears while I scream inside
Disdainfully scorn the words I scribe

This writing, my heart's only voice
The pain it feels is not a choice
But I can choose to let it go
Into the wind and watch it blow

Roll back the throttle, let my pen fly
Face in the wind drying tears I cry
My words the medicine to heal the sorrow
So I won't live my past tomorrow

In the abyss of hopelessness I see a writer is what I'm meant to be. . . Thank you for reading.

real-biker-chick

1 comments:

  1. Scream, Bitch, Rant, Write......Let it all out!!!!!!

    I will still be reading because I have met you and value you as a person and friend.

    PS....Happy Mothers Day!!!

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About Sash


People call me "Sash" because I'm a former beauty queen in my old home town. My father used to ride in an MC which got me interested in the culture. After my last divorce I said "goodbye" to Susie Homemaker and became the rude biker chick I always felt inside. (Read more...)