Hello Poetry Friends!
I hope you are all well, and enjoying whatever type of weather you’re having! Our rain stopped for now, and the sun is peaking out behind the clouds. The birds are singing, the fish are swimming, and life is good.
Ok, but life hasn’t always been good. It’s been one obstacle after another, starting from the moment I was aware of my existence. Because of this, I have a lot of built-up memories and emotions that haunt me because of my past. Today I wrote a poem about how I feel inside. I address the fact that usually, I feel like a kid in an adult’s body. It’s hard to try and “grow up.”
Thankfully, I have supportive people around me and don’t get judged by them. Hopefully, over time, the memories will fade.
~Poetry is for everyone!~
~Poetry is NOT dead!~
She Needs to Heal This Time
It’s hard to let go of the past
sometimes she still
feels like a little girl
alone in the dark
with no one to turn to
as she turns her head
the ones who should love her
abuse her instead
with neglect
disrespect
and physical threats
the threats were then met with force
to try to destroy the evil seemingly
seeping out of her pores
she used to be such a good little girl
where did the good little girl go?
she’s off in the ditch
with her dead cats
and yes
she’s hugging them
and waiting to feel some kind of relief
not knowing the relief only comes with death
but it’s good because she would have
probably already killed herself if she knew
how long her suffering would last
but thankfully she stayed the course
and even though she tried to give up along the way
the important thing became that she returned
and finished with flying colors
she’s not going to let you hurt her this time
and her boundary list might be a mile high
but for now
that’s ok
because she needs to work on healing her broken soul
I hope that if you have a broken soul, you know that there is help out there and that you are NOT alone. In the Bible, it says the Lord is close to the brokenhearted, and I believe this to be true. If you ever need an ear, feel free to email me at Abstractstarr777@gmail.com.
Absolutely beautiful poem and colors on the webpage. If felt like you wrote the poem about me…instead of dead cats(so sad), I had cabbage patch kid dolls. Being abused at such a young age has made me also feel like a child in an adults body at times. It doesn’t get better, so much as it gets easier, or maybe it’s that you learn how to manage the emotions, with time.
I truly appreciate your kind words. I am still new at this and learning as I go, so it’s great to get some feedback. I am sorry that you also know of this kind of pain. I am finding that we are not alone, and even though this is sad for those affected, it also brings some comfort.
Maybe I need to accept feeling this way and then, without judgement, can go from there.
Thanks again for your response. Many blessings to you!