A Martyr’s Place

I’ve lost count of
the times I got
up on my feet
after falls from grace.

I am kissed and then
stripped again, tied
to crossed bars and then
whipped apace.

I’ll roll stones in the
morning, by evening
those stones will be
back in place.

I confess I am tired
of the words ‘you are hired’
in this martyr’s space.

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

3 thoughts on “A Martyr’s Place”

  1. Wondering where the sense of martyrdom comes from. I do know the meaning of falling down and hauling yourself up again, only to fall again. I have this problem on psychological, emotional, and physical grounds. It is tiring, I’ll give you that.

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