If only my slight form could but curl into itself
create an even more slender version of myself
to escape this brutal reality
Your love, this habit of pain, shown only by force and regret
a custom sadly carried through the generations
Did you once cower like me, begging silently to be left alone?
As my shoulders cringe, do they remind you of
the anger, sadness and pain you too endured?
I sit in your shadow, malicious and spiteful emotions playing on your face
and I vow . . . this moment may follow me into my future
but I will allow the anger to fade, it will diminish with me
My children will not know sorrow
from the emotional damage you cause
I will break this tradition of horror
it must end, the cycle must be broken
A contest entry
- Sadness and pain by x-Black-Butterfly-x.
370 points, ended March 7, 2007, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Very well done. A deep mover of a piece with a selfless objective perspective shining through all the pain to get to the root of the problem yet not to the point of losing the emotional edge. Not an easy thing to do as one may think.
The young girl in the picture promising herself and her future children to never let such a horror befallen them, I find this to be a unique perspective and can clearly identify with it in some of my own past memories of growing up. A very good write presented with well intact and fully functional within the mechanics of poetry. (flow, etc)
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i liked this alot and it made me feel sad and want to hug the person in the picture thnx for entering and good luck
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