A solitary tear fell unnoticed with salt and despair
As it traveled a familiar path previously occupied by millions.
This time, the road often traveled
Is the road traveled alone?
A scarred road left unkempt but still
A familiar path none the less.
Silently the traveler traveled
Passing the violent posturing and pedestrians that once distracted her vision
From the comfort from afar.
So silently that freedom returned, but only within her mind.
Freedom? A question that return'ed like a soothing breeze
But not as a reality
Not when mental constraints bind your will.
Blinding you by the nonexistence of self confidence,
Violent repetition has returned with an embrace, hollow and callous.
A second traveler joins the journey, tracing the memories of tears ago.
Memories of fear, memories of pain that appear as dark images before you
As the travelers dissolve within the tattered fabric
That clings loosely to your distorted torso
These fragments of you, become memories of being whole
Collected with others that hid beyond pride and tolerance.
Still you remain frozen and oblivious of the fractured soul you have concealed.
Rejecting the ills that befall you, torture you
The warmth around your neck has arrested your thoughts
but you beg for relief. Without a sound
From the other, that imposes their will
Infesting your existence and future
The desperation of your life ebbing from your body questions that vision before you.
The heart beat that rose within you, throbs to a beat that gives no comfort.
Rapid rhythms of desperate palpitations
You swallow the breath that was held captive against your will.
That breath that pleads for relief
but here and now
your submission has made you
Broken
Bruised
Down a spiral of
Abuse and despair.
Author notes
This episode is hard to relive but must be addressed more and more until we can root it out and reveal this illness
A contest entry
- Paint me a Word by AngelsDemise.
450 points, ended October 11, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Thank U
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nicely done! powerful, for certain!
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Gracias - a little long but it kept going
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The depth of your emotions felt is incredulous in this piece my friend and it tore at my heart to feel your pain. Your author notes spoke so loudly to me. This generation is more aware of getting things out to cleanse the soul and heal the mind. Even with scars left we can be healed. Our parent's generation tended to sweep things under the carpet and lock them inside. I believe the phrase they used was "not airing out the dirty laundry". I get a sad feeling when I think of those with dimentia and wonder if they're body's defense mechanism has created that to keep them from suffering that which they held inside for so long. I do believe it wouldn't be the only cause of it. You wrote this with all of you and I say kudos for you. Keep that ink flowing and best wishes in the contest. Love and God bless you my friend, Joyce
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it bring tears to my eyes.the emotion in this piece
is so heart felt it leaves you having a hard time getting passed the lump in my throat.you pain sadness with the beauty of an angel i wish you all the luck.
Cori
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An excellent piece, very sad, and you are quite right many more need to face this problem. Thank you for sharing.
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WoW my friend....WoW
this is very hurtful, full of the imagery of pain. Dark moments no one should have to endure, but many has. You have done a grat job in this revelation that must end. I am speechless and moved all in one with this serious write. God Bless ppl who have gone thru this, lives taken endlessly.
ephiphany
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Heathfelt Thoughts
Emotional topic, strong concern you captured the darkness and pain. This is surely gold.........Mom
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This one was revised 3 times. It hurt to go over this. It was a friend of my wife who almost died. It came up when I read someones poem and it came back to me. Thanks ~ Mykey
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You paint well in black and white...stark...You have left me breathless with...remembered emotions...and the clarity of vision you portray here. Broken is a word that has many meanings for me, but you have touched on the deepest brokenness here, Poet, despair...and written it with compassion, but not apology...bravo...this is deserving of a win in the contest, but even more--that everyone should read it...everyone...Peace to you, now and always, Rhonda
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simply incredible....tankyou so much for this wonderful entry
Don't be a Stranger....Just be STRANGE
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