The bashing storm in my head
The accusing finger at my temples
The wisdom of knowing their falsehood
Getting out of bed is a struggle
Facing a new day with a smile is a struggle
Fighting for my identity is a real battle
I am not a disappointment
I am not a half way wonder
I am fiercely and freely living
This acrostic poem is written based on Lucy’s word prompt – undergised (under energised, lack of energy)
Unbutton my head to expose to the light where
Nimbus clouds of anguish once coiled inside
Days of spiritual warfare hollowed my appetite
Energy was sapped like a deflated balloon
Ringing in my ears was the Accuser’s lies
Gossip, slander, backbiting, backstabbing
Inundated by relentless constant assault
Sour memories poured out in putrid spews
End time was no longer a pure distant theory
Destruction came from the evil resided in my mind
Flicker of Thoughts 