Ramona Thompson- A Poem

Dead Snakes

 

Coils of the past

Tonight won't wrap around

Won't hinder or strangle me

Letting go of my dating past

To embrace a better single future

At last learned

How to stand on my own

Without a man's iron will

Submerging my own

I vow

No dead snakes hold me

Not anymore

 

Enough mistakes

Too much time wasted

I must not crawl again

Just to please

Living only to hear I'm pretty

When I know now

I am so much more

More then any of these dead snakes tried

To make of me

 

No more a easy meal

To fed their mighty egos

All that I'm letting go

On now with my own flow

Where before I was only a pond

I am now a raging river

Stronger

Tougher

Rising my fist in victory

Beat down never again

By dead snakes

Crawling in their own muck

All over my clean body

To make another dirty

 

It's not been easy

This road has been long and hard

And I'm sure

It will only get more so

But I've made it

Lived through the worst of it

Crushed their vemon

Beneath my feet

 

Resisted every bite

Accepted no more poison apples

Forbidden fruit is off my menu

Cut off from my diet

Dead snakes I fear no longer

Now that my broken spirt has been healed

And the once soiled dove flys

To soar clean and sober again

 

2015 Ramona Thompson 

Ramona Thompson has been writing for more then 20 years. Her past publishing credits include Calvary Cross, Fifth Di ezine, Sensual Venus, Erotic Tales of The Parnormal and many more.

Readers/fans may connect with her on facebook or via her e-mail at reddstar111@gmail.com