my guardian dear

i felt myself
one obsession
for another
looking for a new lead in the
stories to tell myself
at night
to keep me from studying
& collapsing
into my own
stories to help me not be consumed
by my own
lonely heart
and hollow
i tell myself stories
about someone
that someone
who will love me
no matter what
just a coping mechanism
oh what a coping mechanism
the fantasies my sad
little mind
think of anything else
anything but this….
smut that turned
my catholic halo
fantasies that i carried from sad childhood
to lonely adulthood…
this time
i let it go
i let it go
my new obsession
naked came he
the one to rock me to sleep
at night
except, i sent him on his way
away from me
i let go
at last
to face the night
to face my own eternity
& i felt
my heart
with a soft


© quixotic mama 2018
for more of my art & writings, go to quixotic mama
the image is an original self-portrait done in ink pen & ink brush.

4 Comments Add yours

  1. emje says:

    Reblogged this on Quixotic Mama and commented:

    here is another version of a piece i did not too long ago.


  2. Jon Ida says:

    i enjoyed the read, nice composition

    Liked by 1 person

    1. emje says:

      thank you. it was a tricky topic that made me realize that poetry is just one way to tell a story while keeping the story.


  3. kaddietucker says:

    We go from one kind of sucker to another…it’s hard to let go and just please oneself. But therein lies peace.

    Liked by 1 person

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