Do I miss them yet?

Is it wrong to say I do not miss them
The ones that left, like they used up their time
And I am grateful yet
I do not recall the need for them to by my side
Instead I scream thank you and wish them the best of life
Did I really know them and them me?
Are not I supposed to miss what I no longer see?
Are not I supposed to recall moments of bliss and happy feet?
Why do I feel freedom now I am able to see?
Move and be me
Were they a burden to me?
Question lies in were they friend or tolerated
Maybe a friend that I accept true and true
And I truly understand I want the best for you
But it is not that they were friends but best friends
The type I could not stand without alone
But then I feel free
Not pained but rejoicing beneath me
They wonder how will I survive now
I think how ridiculous if they can see my insides now
It churning out possibilities , the sky has no limit
No barrier to hold me
Is it wrong to say I do not miss them
I wonder if it will be okay that they do not miss
Would I twist in bed at the very thought
That my existence was not cherished at all
The funny thing is no, I truly understand not I wasn't valued
Just not a life long plan

MUST SURVIVE

Here are the motives of a dry heart
Here are the silent sayings of a mild mouth
Here is the sight of cast away eyes
Here are closed ears heard cries

Indescribable pain mixed with shame
Shattered hopes drowned in disdain
Scuffled voices married to fists swinging
And guilt has a smiling face parade

Copyright 2008 By Marsha Mc Kay

ARGUING WITH THE WALL

Asking it, telling it to make a hole,
Make a way for my dreams to come true
And black stains emerge as I'm kicking you.
Yelling "Why wouldn't you let me through?"
Disappointed when you do what you always do.
Block me from what I seemingly want most,
In my heart you should know what comes first.
I wonder why you don't put up a fuss,
When I'm hurting you and discolouring your trust.
There you are bold and blue,
In your position, at least I would've talked back to you.
Making a stance for your belief; this is plain “No."
No, you won't change and no you won't let me go.
So I reason with you, take my time,
As days pass on, waste my time,
Disgusted that I have to come to wall every day,
Look at your disfigured face, made by me no doubt.
Where was your appeal, potential that made me lie about,
Even dreamt that soon you'll have a big square hole cut out.
Which turned untrue, so what is the use, arguing with you?



Copyright 2008 by Marsha Mc Kay

YOU WISH TO KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO SAY

Let me begin with the lies portrayed every day.
The feats posed that make mockery
Of fact, that sins would not be accountable someday.
I mean to state, who have proof anyway.

Might I just add the tones of the day?
The harsh but sweet words they say,
Clouded by the false morals imposed in every way,
Doing good with a knife, smiling and chopping away

Oh, do not forget the scornful glares by the way.
The hatred stares, the superior fears, curses that eat minds away.
Of course hush, because you need to keep that smile today.

Should I conclude with the truth?
That evil does pursue you, enchant and stand
Waves a deceitful hand and you abide to.
More than that, in the process you shout “No,”
“I’m good in deeds, I lay seeds,
I believe is evil knows more of you.”
Of this I know because I am a threat to him too.

Copyright 2008 By Marsha Mc Kay