My Song

You would never tell a bird what song to sing.
It’s theirs by nature
It’s unique
Beautiful
So why must you write the music to my life?
It’s mine by nature
Unique
Beautiful
And mine
My story
My soundtrack
My symphony
I want to sing it solo and let the notes
Flat
Sharp
Harmonic
Dissonant
Sound from my trembling lips as I soar

© Rachel Svendsen 2015

The War of A and B

A and B do not agree
And neither will repent
In separate rooms they sit and brood
Refusing to relent

For A’s been hurt by B you see
When cruel words were flung
So A retreated thence to brood
Upon the words that stung

Oblivious to bleeding wounds
B shrugged and shook their head
B always speaks what B believes
Opinions in truth’s stead

The pride of B is not alone
For A now holds a grudge
Refusing to confront the past
A now B’s ruthless judge

B knows that there is something wrong
And tries to offer love
A thumbs their nose, rebuffs the gift
Until B just gives up

Retreat now A and B! Retreat!
In trenches bide your time.
Cast bombs of hatred from afar
Don’t cross the enemy line

For pride will wage its war in each
Until that line is crossed
There reconciliation waits
To bring back what’s been lost.

© Rachel Svendsen 2015

Blame

In quiet moments you will cross my mind.
I sometimes feel like you have never left.
Just when I think I’ve left the past behind,
Your shadow chokes my heart and steals my breath.
Allured by kindness to captivity,
Your harsh demeaning words broke down my will.
Blinded by love and my naivety,
I grew to fear the hands that once could thrill.
My bleeding pulp of broken heart in hand,
I woke up in the carnage of your lust.
You left unscathed. I limped away to stand,
Against the world who blames my misplaced trust.

Molested by the hands I once would kiss,
The judging world says I’m to blame for this?

© Rachel Svendsen 2014