Daddy Issues Poem by Shannon Wade

Sep 7th

The essence of hurt rains on the depths of my being

I am worn beyond belief, yet I refuse to subdue

My emotional state holds mixed spices of

Guilt, worry, pain, rejection, uncertainty

Leaving a bitter taste on my tongue daily

I pull out my mask each day

So sweet they say, such a strong woman

Lacking to see the traces of unheald wounds and broken promises

If the thought crosses their minds, instead of presenting a shoulder of comfort its a slap of hate

Those slaps cause me to coat my heart

I hold my shield up daily refusing to let go of the key

I wear a mask of mystery

In all of her brilliance

You think you know me