My Spine of Steel- A Co-written poem by Psyche and Sheila

This was a collaborative effort by two of us on writers cafe that found out they had much in common. Like they incredible disasters they've had in their lives, the burdens they've had to bear. And how it made us stronger...not break. Sheila and I are coul

Our lives were cruel

and over time

our skin grew thick

The gales of wind

would push at our backs

soon our spines became steel

with sharp edged fingers

we cut thru thick and thin

Our blood ran with the acid

we needed to cut to rot

thru any problem we faced

any foe that came along

We became Superwoman.

Once upon a time,

we were punching bags,

lifes' eternal little victims.

Deflated, robbed of our voice.

unable to speak,

spent out and sent out

like children to our corner,

for our timeout.

There, we'd be sneered at, laughed at,

"You're not worth it"

"YOu're no Good"

"You'll never be anything"

but the rage within-

was quietly mounting.

And that is when my own super hero

began to form.

My super hero wasn't born from radioactive waste.

I wasn't hit by a meteor.

I just got up one day,

was slapped in the face.

it was one time too many,

I just couldn't take it anymore.

I'd spent my life, on the floor,

biting,

scratching,

and clawing my way,

I'd made it pretty far

and wasn't going to let ANYONE take it away!

That's when I felt miraculous changes within me occur

And I knew I was a victim no more.

Now I have rauceous roar,

my voice was heard, in time zones away real far.

The stench of death surround me,

from one day to the next the sun forgot to shine,

the darkness of night settled in

and shadows pooled around.

But I survived, as I do,

to rose up to yell my thunderous call.

And suddenly

the sky cracked open like shattering glass

and the evil shadows scurried back to sewers to dwell.

The sky was clear, and the air was fresh,

and over the horizon the sun started its journey back to the top.

Now, most crumble under pressure.

And most cry out to God-

"Why me! Oh! Woe is to me!This burden is way too hard!"

Then there are those who are born to bear

and blossum under pain.

They rise out of the ashes like a Phoenix

born anew again.

I stand now with my burdens,

they're as big as the world sometimes

but I carry them as deftly as Atlas,

and they feel as light as air.

BECAUSE I HAVE BECOME MY OWN SUPERHERO!

AND I CHARGE YOU WITH THIS NOW!

 

Author's Note

Have fun with this, don't be harsh this is about our emotions mostly but feel free to tell us what you think. I thinik we were careful about spelling but I am no grammar expert so be warned as on all my work.