Maryann
August 15th, 2024
"These are some of the most thoughtful poems I've ever read...such beautiful words that touched my heart. Thank you, Kathleen Sharpe. Your talent amazes me".
Monica
"For anyone that has been in a relationship with someone like described in these poems, it feels so comforting to know that you are not alone and that there are crazy guys out there who will gaslight you and make you believe that they are the victim and that YOU need them".
Laura
"This is a beautiful collection of poems. Each one painted a vivid picture in my mind. Heartfelt, thought-provoking and inspiring. Takes very little time to read and is most definitely worth it."
Stars Above, Love Below
Resting in the Shade
In the cradle of the black forest deep,
Where my ancient spirit softly sleeps,
The trees weave tales in rustling leaves,
Of all the gifts a faithful spirit will receive.
Granite snowcapped mountains still stand,
To guard the stories that echo through all,
With every stone that crumbles and falls,
A promise is made, and the Earth recalls.
In the petals of flowers, bright and fair,
Lies the wisdom of love, her gentle prayer,
for inner peace and cherry blossom trees,
that bloom beautifully, with every spring.
Let us walk softly atop winter's ground,
Our hearts open wide, and souls unbound,
For in the embrace of nature's great lore,
We find God's blessings will endlessly soar.
In silent whispers, gentle winds echoed,
over the rustling blue grass, back to me,
The law of reciprocity flows like a stream,
Binding us to colorful wildflower dreams.
He is the inspiration that lifts me up.
Every morning, I don’t need any coffee
To fall into love that’s effortless and free.
Listening to records, in the quiet moments,
Building a strong foundation—he’s the one
Who puts my soul at ease, even in the silence
Every step I take with him, brings me peace.
Filling the empty spaces; our love is heavenly.
Broken Spirits in Bloom
I prayed alone through the tears,
to be embraced despite my reality,
and what it means to have C-PTSD,
in a world that loves to kick dust,
into the wounds they cannot see.
Heartless Echoes, Quiet Woods
The invalidating views of society,
who are not in the arena with me,
as I travel down dark rabbit holes,
inner complexities of the universe,
ever so catastrophically designed,
for me to walk through gracefully.
And I know I shouldn't pay mind
to the unsophisticated, artless types
who read the words of a collection
that restored my soul and passions,
despite being given years of trauma,
a lifelong mental health diagnosis.
Soaring Above Neverland
In shadows where dreams once lay,
Hearts shackled to Neverland's chains.
With wings of hope resting in her soul,
Over whispered winds to find their role.
Through quiet thoughts and natural grace,
New life blooms bright in a sacred space.
The past may haunt, but our spirits soar,
Love's true light quietly opens every door.
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It may be eight years post-diagnosis,
But I still participate in trauma therapy,
Walking alongside a deep, loving belief
That you will never be held responsible
For healing all the damaged parts of me.
A modern world that has become so cruel
To trauma survivors who love beautifully,
Despite being free of our painful history.
Silently stepping into the dark urban street,
Undefined by a widow's web of sociopathy,
That no one was ever able to see, hidden,
Behind the everyday trappings of society.
Flowers Bloom, Hearts Wither
As I breathe beside him gently in spring,
and light awakens us to new beginnings.
Remember, nothing will ever separate us,
more than critic's and their silent disgust.
I may sit in professional spaces and rooms,
with educated vibrant souls who see through,
the marginalized lies and evil spiritual hatred,
of individuals married to linear shamefulness.
The one's tearing into our privacy, objectifying,
spirits willing to reach behind public personas,
inviting her soul to a valley of flowers, rejecting,
the paradise that took me years to rebuild alone.
To breathe the resilience and strength she lacks,
disillusioned by my quiet nature she has mistaken,
for weakness, in a garden of white Himalayan lilacs.
A Soul Among Thorns
I was thrown out, on a desolate winter road,
with all of her hateful bisexual insecurities,
that have absolutely nothing to do with me.
Nature's love is woven into the woman I am,
a delicate soul, refusing to be manipulated,
into a fragile possession for her to objectify,
making her own inner hell easily justified.
Hatred's Quiet Voice
I had never truly understood biphobia,
how an individual or group could hate
all of the beautiful parts of my identity
that I feel freely and quite effortlessly.
All I have ever sought is authenticity
and to be loved without harsh demands,
for the physical attractions I feel to man
and the emotional nuances, loving purity
for the strength of women and our history.
​
The Sin of Silence
All the crosses will burn upside down,
she's a ghost in a lonely house, waiting,
possessed by demons, her sinful secrets,
of crawling beside different men in town,
while you work yourself into bankruptcy,
unable to fulfill every fantasy and dream.
The delusional trappings of a housewife,
who will never love or cherish marriage,
ignoring every warning, the price is his,
because there isn't a wild or pure heart,
who hasn't fallen prey to the devil she is.
The Willow Tree
She sits effortlessly beneath the willow tree
wading her feet in a pond of water lilies
for a fleeting glance she’d wait for eternity
forgetting the pain of love un-requited in spring
The seasons gently begin to change
and spring blooms into lovely sunny days
he never arrived beneath the willow, so she waits
as summer fades into crisp autumn days
A modest man paints the beautiful woman
he see's seated amidst Jerusalem Oak
shyly looking to him from beneath the willow
With brushstrokes for words
he captured the beauty of her sadness
the muse reflected for a lifetime on his canvas
Love
I desire the kind of love
that doesn't destroy me in the end
something I don't have to survive
or recover from.
Alpha & Omega
A beautiful narrative interrupted in a series of despondent moments, she stands firmly in a life proudly chosen. Besotted with a peacefulness to silence the rage with healing and grace.
In a gentle sea of pale crystalline blue, you will search amidst the jagged and jaded pieces as others often do. His words were written in the quiet of a gentle storm, it is a tragedy I no longer dwell in anymore.
A heavenly memoir handcrafted by the Alpha and Omega, he whispered through the corridors and from beneath dusty floorboards. To be softly transmuted, she stepped before a closed casket.
It was beneath the weight of love her delicate figure collapsed lightly into his mother’s vulnerability. A love revealed nonchalantly in the distance from heartbreak to healing.
Sociopath
You listened and reflected
the beautiful life I longed for
I was too young and naive to see
the danger standing in front of me
I made excuses and forgave your cruelty
because my heart couldn’t accept
the reality of who you were
It was my kindness
and all the beautiful qualities
you don’t possess
that leaves you an empty thing
pretending to be human
I gave my pain to a therapist
together we healed the wounds
and let go of the past
with one word
sociopath
Masks
I spent a year
waiting for him to come back
until I admitted to myself
I'd fallen in love with a mask
It's painful
to believe the lie
but live with the truth
thinking there isn't anyone better
will keep you stuck
with a man incapable of love
All the Broken Pieces
and that's what it comes down to
you fell in love
with who he pretended to be
it's painful
to walk away
while your still in love
but it's better than staying
with someone who is comfortable
breaking your heart
In His Absence
He walked into my life
breathed love into an open heart
and replaced it with confusion and lies
With fraudulent tears he played the part
of a gentle man who loved too hard
He elevated me so high and tore me down
into a reflection of his distorted mind
And in his absence I found love
but it’d all been mine
Flowers In The Snow
She remained beautifully in her truth,
Oh, how she tried to convince the sociopath,
she was human too.
but that’s like planting flowers in the snow,
and waiting for them to bloom.