POETRY

Bone and Sinew

Free Verse poem

These years with you have leeched lifeblood and root — you’ve sucked me dry

I walk these halls rattling, rattling a mere guise of my former self: where the huntress the gifted the forager of independence?

little by little you ate away at me stripping away pith and marrow — my backbone ceased to hold me upright to support my head tilted to the sun

your ideals became my ideals by virtue of association — to say I envisioned a different world set off a series of tirades no one questioned you!

I gave and gave and gave ’til I was bone and sinew

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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, personal essays, creative non-fiction, and articles. She focuses on Spirituality, Life Lessons, Self-Awareness, Relationships, Mental Health, and LGBTQ+. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. You can find her older stories on her Medium Blog, Ravyne’s Nest.