Her Life, Her Rules
Time has strengthened the bond

Her most toxic trait is that she can love you deeply and still walk away,
Mmmmm, toxic or just plain dangerous?
She’ll no longer tolerate the disrespect of dishonesty,
She’ll no longer fall for the pretension, her empathy meter in tune,
When the red flags fly, she’ll make sure she takes notice.
******
She’ll never apologise for the girl she has grown to be,
The girl who took her pain and torment to heart,
Who bound her security in a rusty locked door,
Barred to those who attempt to win her over with narcissistic force,
She’ll not endure the love / hate personality.
******
She’s the top freak in her theatre production,
In total control of her life’s stage and if you decide to go, she’ll smile while waving you goodbye,
She’s run the gauntlet of Hell’s halls alone for so long,
That it no longer matters who chooses to exit backstage,
In fact, she’ll escort you to the door, if you so wish.
******
She’s no longer interested in games; never bothered to learn the rules,
Not when the losers take heads for their revenge,
Leaving wounds that fester uncontrollably for uncountable days,
Her subconscious triggered by consistent reenactment,
Contradictions and unintelligible emotion.
******
Her days of investing her time in the make believe insanity of yesteryear was thrown by the wayside as she once shattered,
Now she shouldn’t be underestimated when it comes to honouring her peace,
As she’ll guard it through the dark of the night,
And come dawn she’ll take no prisoners,
Working effortlessly to smooth the way.
******
Can’t stand toe to toe with her? Can’t stand by her side?
Then run along — go hide once more,
That kind of weakness is an obsolete currency,
Worthless to all,
She couldn’t be bothered wasting her time, in either understanding or closure.
******
Her people walk tall, stand tall, stand by their word,
Living with integrity from dreams and hopes to the purity of their soul,
They dance to the same tune, sing with the same voice,
Consistently raw and real; not a fraudulent breath between them,
Her tribe, her security, her protectors and vice versus.
About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.




Comments (4)
Powerful poem...
Oh wow, I admire her soooo much! 😍😍😍😍😍😍
Starting of your poem is just amazing.
Beautiful story