The body buries pounds of pain
Resiliency resists the drain
The drain of hope; the falling star
The torment etches bleak memoir
My soul treads water rising fast
A prayer, a line, I breathe my last
Let it end or break my ties
I live in fear, each day I die
The voices, memories, sights I see
Eliminate the present me
Cover my ears, I block the cries
I try to push out all the lies
Exhausted heart, mind, body cease
Agonized they beg relief
Wrestling, struggling, pushing steady
My fear whispers, “I’m not ready”
And so I curl up in a hunch
Somehow survive the sucker-punch
I writhe and bleed and lay in shock
My demons laugh, my captors mock
“I swore to you, you shook your head,
If you escape, your soul’s still dead.”
The hater of all that I am
Deceived me with a lover’s scam
Still I wake most every day
I pray his cursed voice away
Some days I smile, live so free
The evil waits so patiently.
When timing’s right
an unfair fight
The demon strangles, suffocates
A hopeful voice— darkness abates
Epidermis layers peel
Opening up so I can heal
My flesh thins, exposed I lay
“I’m ready,” I silently cry
I thought that I had faced my giant
Throwing rocks, still his compliant
Hiding sorrow, grief and rage
I lock them in his power cage
“You cannot speak you deaf, dumb slave
all you do is misbehave”
The all familiar drowning voice
Screams louder than all other noise
“They are smart, they look, abhor
They know you’re nothing but a whore.
You think I punish?
They will more”
“Go ahead and run away;
I’ll watch your self-worth decay
Today, tomorrow, each day forth
I’ll always master, you’ll always whore
With every fright and memory
I fight to heal and find my peace.
Strong, courageous, passionate
Snazzy, sassy, full of wit
Your days are done,
you lying fool
This path I choose
you have no rule.
Its dark
I’m scared
and though I am weak
I’ll climb the summit of Everest’s peak
K.D. Roche 
As someone who does not have a creative bone in her body let alone understands poetry, this is so riveting, beautiful, heart wrenching, compelling, empowering, blah blah blah Love this KD. I look forward to following your journey thru life & reading more on your website. God bless
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From one poet to a much better poet, this is brilliant. You write in a way very similar to mine. Your words barely break through the surface, teasing the reader so that they are helplessly drawn to diving deeper. It’s an art, knowing the right amount to engage one’s curiosity and telling your audience how the story ends in the first page. It was refreshing to read something so thought provolone. I had no idea you were so talented.
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