Intuition

A poem

her stomach felt off

unsettled and edgy

it would be nice, she thought

someone did want me

want her for her; despite her flaws

despite the ruin and wreckage

of a life lived behind doors

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behind doors that were sealed

padlocked and chained

doors needing to be opened

a love waiting to be gained

wrapped up in the speed

of a whirlwind romance

warnings ignored

a surrender to chance

---

but the chance was not chance

it was planned; it was dark

that girl in the car

losing her spark

but she went along

and believed she was wrong

but the gut doesn’t lie

privacy and rights,

about to die

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her words and her stories

regrets and the glories

that she laid out to bare

to heal the trauma still there

her words were her power

the part of her left

left untouched from the pain

forever thankful she was;

for her creative brain

the words that she wrote

to make sense of the loss

the words that provided

the safe place that she had

that charged her no cost

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the shadows were real

the lights that did flicker

the feeling of terror

and the whispers and bickers

what was real, what was not?

she heard them talking

scheming a wicked plot

but they said she was crazy

psychotic and mad

just a girl whose an addict

whose habit was bad

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she heard them ask

how is she so aware?

they knew, that she knew

but they didn’t care

gaslighting and lies

that was their prize

for they took away her words

and her trust in herself

manipulated her faith and her hope

eliminating creative wealth

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the worst was to come

a life and spirit was taken

just a girl left alone

frightened and shaken

but again she will rise

without fear nor pride

because the darkness will fade

and become a memory remade

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