You feel alone...confused...
I know this; I feel this.
Your nights are spent in turmoil
fighting off the thoughts in your head;
searching for a sanctuary in poetry-
where you can proclaim reality as dead.
You feel lost...betrayed...
I know this; I feel this.
Your friends are kept at distance
keeping places of comfort at bay;
in fear that if love grows too bold
your secrets will be shed someday.
You feel trapped...suffocated...
I know this; I feel this.
Your heart beats separate beats
to keep the hurt from leaking-
encased in a blackened bubble
to stop yourself from speaking.
You feel hopeless...drained...
I know this; I feel this.
Your soul screams in a silence
that further burdens all the pain;
weighing down that barely-there smile
and tears released only in rain.
You feel near numb...like dying...
I know this; I have survived this so listen...
Your fingertips will guide you
down a path where you are protected;
on paper free your words-
feel all your angst rejected.
You feel afraid to trust me;
for I am a friend- a person you have excluded.
Your heart is not done graying-
you have much still to endure-
but hope will lead you through the Hell
and in time you will feel pure.
I only pray you take these words
and hold them close inside;
Just believe in one day escaping
and you won't have to hide...
Yes, tears will stain your pillows
and the pages of your journals;
ink will run in the secrets you keep
making your thoughts eternal...
No, I will not lie to comfort you;
it would only create false feelings...
but those you have; I have survived-
You will survive them too;
I know this for I feel this...
Do you feel it too?
Author notes
If I could tell my 12 year old self something it would be this...I would make myself hold hope for a brighter future to help me more easily survive the present.
A contest entry
- . by Aurora Ceres.
600 points, ended August 19, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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Very nicely done. Took a bit for you to build up to the 'words of wisdom' and I felt that what was shared was a bit lacking. I adore the repetition of understanding to your younger self. Youth needs that constant affirmation, perfect for this subject. All in all, nicely done. Thank you for entering and best of luck to you.
Bella
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thank you for your kind words
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awwww honey....this is really good....its more like a journal entry than a poem and when i read this, i feel like i'm intruding in on your diary and kept reading only because it was written with such truth and for quite a bit of it, i could feel myself in the 'you' spot. and then, when the poem was over, I snapped your diary shut and put it neatly back on your desk, hoping my fingerprints would go unnoticed. this is good babe, and I'm glad you mentioned it was for your twelve-years old self because it almost made me want to comfort you, but you've survived and i'm glad for that. I love you!!!
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