The hunger

At times I lose myself
In the reverse conflict
Between love and hate,
Admiration and disdain

My hero the one minute
My adversary the next
Why I loved you
Could be easy to forget

I soothe my soreness
With pretty words
That reinforce my views
And righteously appoint me queen

But you have robbed me of that
Unsettling my perch and
Throwing me to the floor
Lest I overlook my imperfection

I am hungry for a few
Sweet sentiments
Sniffing the bare ground for
Crumbs of candied adulation

In happier times
My ribs were coated with fat
My tank filled to overflow
With love and respect

I have learnt the hard way
A touch is not always good
Bread is not always sustenance
And love is not always given without condition.

~ Sherrie Dyer

Prying Truths

Is the sky not sapphire for me
as it is for you?
But still – you see more.
“Behold” you command
but foolishly I see not.
I grasp …
but it is only air I touch,
flailing for balance
yet still unbalanced.
Is that not loss I saw
within the realms of your sight?
Proof?
Proof enough of thought?
My armour is weak
to you only do I give
yet I know not if you want me.
Do you see me as only a child
that is weak and ignorant?
Do you chortle behind sheltered panes
at my naivety and gullibility?
I know not.
It is only my inner soul
on a platter of polished silver
that I bare now.
Do you want me?
Weepingly – I know not.

~ Sherrie Dyer

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