A mind can play tricks
you may see only what you want
most pain is avoided
unless that is all you know
then it becomes a sadistic comfort
does it have to stay this way?

Good rolls around
you try and hold its existence
quickly it passes though
it was just enough
to see the misfortune you lived.

There is no going back
nor immersion of its surroundings
just the motions guiding the way
slowly gathering
pieces, materials, resources, knowledge
solidifying a base
sturdy with positive relationships
supporting initializing
the momentum of growth
outlining the course for the future.

-Jennie Nawrocki

I am no longer a person but an object to be coerced
but you don’t care

I ask one thing but you do another
but you don’t care

Driven me to insanity
but you don’t care

I have lost respect for you
but you don’t care

I speak though you never listen
but you don’t care

You disregard any love I have for you
but you don’t care

You hold relationships hostel
but you don’t care

Every effort I make towards good
you don’t care

Why should I?

-Jennie Nawrocki

A world without forced control
or manipulated scenarios
enlivens personal trust
Based on common sense
respectful relationships
compassionate interactions
acceptance of differences
empathy for mistakes
Never a dream
but a reality to sustain.

-Jennie Nawrocki

The drop slides across the upturn mouth
feelings churning produce emotions surfacing
as facades fade exposing only steam of an embittered body.

Sad that no one would believe the truth
only a minority had faith
the others followed
for they didn’t want the same fate
ostracized from the masses

The game had to be played everyone has a role
even the unwittingly were caught in the net

Seeing spear after spear thrown til blood appears
repeatedly puncturing the corpse
vapors of life dissipated
the game had to be played

It’s moral, it’s just
pulling nets and expelling daggers of death
keep going there must be more
something more, more
greed of victory was all they really wanted

The seas decimated nothing left to catch
let’s see the reward

Net after net unraveled
Where’s the bounty?
dispersed daggers of sweat were clean of the flesh
Where’s the bounty?

Push, pull there must be something
nope, nothing

only their reflection shining
in the stolen drops of water
running from an assumed home.

Game over.

-Jennie Nawrocki