A Coverlet

[blackbird]

The Coverlet
I had wrapped myself in the wreckage
Like a coverlet I wore the disaster
To think of myself in this regard
All transgressions exposed
I shudder

All relations had been cast asunder
By themselves fled fast and far
So caught in the web of deceit
Alone I struggled, only to collapse
As my life became a venture lossed
Now an overwhelming pile of debris
Left to block out the light
Moving me to mourn and grieve
A sabotaging monument to my failure
As I lay at the bottom
With a few pieces in my hand
Moments bearing times of shine
I would cling to as testimony
I used to be someone
Look see here....
That is me
The one smiling...
That was me....
I had wrapped myself in the wreckage
Like a coverlet I had wore the disaster
Now years later,  
I see the coverlet turned over
Brilliant and bright are the colors
Of my self respect and dignity
No longer do I hold the scraps
They take up a corner in a box
When I need encouragement
I look at the picture
Of me smiling, wearing fine attire
On occasion I will cry
Other days I merely sigh
I can't forget what lies beneath
The smile and the show
A girl who's dying
Killing herself trying
To love a man so cold
I never would go back
So I close the box
Smooth the wrinkle in my dress
Continue building and cleaning
Knowing I have passed a test
I am still alive

So I smile 

copywrite Jennifer C McLean

[John Walton]

Lovely imagery and some deep, dark emotions expressed here. I get a sense of someone with an inner strength though that has managed to somehow rise above the wreckage? I hope so, anyway. Well worked poem.

[blackbird]

Thank you John for your kind and thoughtful comment. I very much appreciate the time you took to read it and to leave your thoughts.
I like to think I am above the wreckage now thank-you.