There is a world where
Pain doesn’t sit on the throne
A world of warmth, possessing no shame
No ridicule or cruelty
Where a woman doesn’t spend her life
Her short shelf life
Being hacked into pieces literally and metaphorically
And other women hold her high as sisters
There is a world unlike this world
Where we sit in bright pink gowns without backs
Not attending an award ceremony but waiting on
A knife that reminds us we are fragile in this world
A knife that would exorcise our gentle dreams
And leave us in pieces on the dissection table
I don’t want to believe in that world for any of us
I want to take my ghosts and my loves and those whose eyes burn to flee
And throwing our shoes away, run barefooted, into the mirage
To the world where
Pain doesn’t sit on the throne.
6 Replies to “Run!”
That’s beautiful. The world you speak of is hovering, imminent, a sliver of a universe edge away. Being created by our contemplation x
To dethrone pain, a dream worth dreaming, a dream if shared by enough perhaps brought closer.
I dream of your other world too, a gentler better place. You speak for many of us 💜
This is my third attempt to post here forgive if they are coming through and I am repeating myself.
I dream of your world too, a softer, kinder place to be ….we just must keep going towards it. 💜💜
I do believe that world is coming, hopefully in my lifetime.
I want to as well, but for now, I have to settle for that world in my dreams.
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