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~I hope you enjoy today’s poems~
The Best Way To Live
I was sent for a reason
I have held this inside long enough
and now I want my freedom
I am so full of love
I feel waterlogged with emotions
it’s nice to have so many to choose from
not wanting to run away from my feelings
or deny this emotional explosion
I hide away a letter
to be read another time
already starting to feel better
after writing out those lines
I am at peace
knowing love lives
inside of me
and now I can give
what I have been given
it’s the best way to live–
a life full of peace
Lessons That Should be Unlearned
Misconceptions, mistreatment, and mistrust
Lessons That Should be Unlearned
If anything, I have learned many things
even if most of my life has been agonizing
as a child, I learned to mistrust
and that violence will increase if you talk too much
I learned to fight tears, for if we cried during punishment
we got hit until the crying stopped, making me become more distant
it’s difficult not to cry when someone is striking you over and over
but eventually, you learn how to block out the world
and how to hide under your own cover
gasping for air counts as a sound, so here comes another…
afterward, they said they did this out of love
they also said I must love the God above-
does God hit children, too, I thought?
this taught me that love hurts and that love is forced
I also learned it was just a word that people used to justify abuse
I learned that adults sometimes take
out their anger and frustration with their children
and seem to enjoy hurting them
as they try and control them and cause them more pain
I learned that children should never have fun
if you enjoyed something, it must have been wrong
so I learned to lie and not smile
and say everything I experienced was miserable
it was safer that way — fun was of the devil
it’s difficult to exist around someone
who has so many different personalities
when you never know what to expect —
having no consistency
yelling, fighting, screaming, chasing
in the car, it was a nightmare
and the hands were always flying
I loved to torture my dolls
saying I wanted tons of children
so that I could line them up and beat them
it scares me to think I even thought those things
thankfully, I did not repeat the treatment on my own kids
if anything, I have done the complete opposite
and will probably end up regretting this
but how could I be cruel to my children —
who will remember my words for the rest of their lives?
if they think of me as being too kind, will I still pay a price?
I could never find the balance
bad moods do not openly exist in my house —
maybe a numbness, at times
but no yelling, hitting, or anyone freaking out
I pretend nothing bothers me
and plant a smile on my face when they see me
if tears ever threaten to leave my eyes
I retreat to my bedroom so they don’t see me cry
I will probably continue to hide my feelings
leaving everything on the page
and continue on, being a people pleaser —
only I can unlock this cage
and no one can make me read it all over
sometimes it’s too much to face
~Thank you for reading, and until next time, stay safe, and be blessed!~