I’ve taken to wearing body armour every time we talk.
I think I’m starting to get used to the bruises
littering my ribcage
from the bullets you spit when I ask questions
you don’t have the answer to.
You don’t like getting backed into corners.
When you hit the wall
the grenades come out
everything fair game for utter destruction
because better a ruin
than something half built.
There are no warning alarms for you.
Tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions
all of these have their tells
no matter how small
or how shortly beforehand they come.
You on the on the other hand
explode without a flicker of explanation.
There’s only fury and chaos
and the burning as my skin melts away
to expose every bone in my chest
trying to keep you out of my heart.
Time is supposed to teach us,
practice makes perfect and permanent
so why do I still crumble
when you take a sledgehammer to these walls?
It seems you need no more lessons
in exactly how to take me apart.
I noticed over the last couple of days that my draft file on wordpress is getting a little, well… silly. There are sixty-three drafts saved in there and most of them are uncategorized and untitled, so I’ve got no idea what exactly they are without opening each up individually. So that’s what I’ve been doing. It’s Sunday which tends to be my ‘hey, lets clear out this cupboard I’ve not opened in- oh my god what it that! Why is it there? oh no! close the cupboard, close it now!’ sort of day.
So far I’ve found a fairly decent opening to a piece of flash fiction that I started in 2016 and I found the first stanza of the original version of this poem. I’ve only kept the first two lines from that stanza but I now have a new poem and one less draft too clutter my draft folder.
Does anyone else have a slightly chaotic draft folder? When was the last time you went back and pulled out the beginning of a post from weeks, months, years ago and decided to finish it off? Perhaps you’ll let me know in the comments below.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
This is so good. Keep at it. Followers come and go. If you have such quality, they’ll stick.
Thank you Frank, I really appreciate the kind words.
I don’t keep drafts on wordpress. I keep them in a docx file. One file with random thoughts: rhymes, names, disjointed paragraphs. I can go back there and grab inspiration from time to time when necessary. I also keep a file of prompts for OLWG that I add to from time to time.
The poem you have shared here is wonderful. Thanks!
Thank you very much. I have a few files on my computer with half completed ideas but I hadn’t realised that there was such much hanging about here on wordpress.
With me it’s a case of nearly all my posts are uncategorized. I did start off putting them into catergories but got side tracked and now I just post. I keep telling myself I’ll sort them out and file into neat catergories but alas …
I have every automatically categorised as poetry these days. I’ve been posting eight years now so I’ve had time to get my head round what works best for this site. Besides, the categories are how my front page pulls through the posts for the different sections.
I’ll have to spend some time sorting out what works best for me on WP too. Just haven’t got into the ins and outs of how it all fits together.
I’ve found the best way to work things out is to have a play around. Experience is always the best teacher.
Very true
By the way I Loved this poem
Thank you. It’s an older poem, I’m a little surprised you stumbled across it.
When I opened your page it was the first post that popped up.