Ecstasy was mine to know, to feel, to hold
Bound, a slave to another, a lover, a friend.
Perceived precious present; But I was deceived
I was caught by an illusion, a fantasy, a fear
The high lifted and blew away in a storm
A whirlwind of destruction leaving devastation
My heart, my very soul torn in shreds
My world, my hope, my dreams left in chaotic debris
Empty, numb, alone, stripped bare
No clothing to cover me, I lay exposed
My shameful tears of blood ran down my skin
The whole world seems to know my secret sin
I risk not to feel any tender love again
In walls, I hide in my shame, my hurt, my pride
I cut myself on the broken glass, shattered hope
Just to see if I'm still alive, perhaps to help me cope
Out my window pain, I see lovers hand in hand
Tears of memories fill my hollowed, empty eyes
Pain rises, so I crush it down, commanding stay dead
Rise to life, to risk love, I fear will be the end of me
A baby, an infant, a newborn cries and screams
Comfort comes to the innocent, hurting child
Soft tenderness, warms, calms and sooths
Tears evaporate to smiles and delightful coos.
I am jealous of the innocents and the love
Till I realize the baby is my inner child, crying to me
I lift her and hold her tenderly caressing my face
My tears break my silence, I feel myself in love's embrace
A contest entry
- Make Me Feel Again by californiagirl.
800 points, ended March 13, 2008, 24 entries
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I hate this grief. I hope to never experience it again, however, missing out on a soulmate would be more devestating. After the pain, to heal, one must nurture their inner child, learn to love themselves all over again, as we can't rely on someone else for those feelings of love anymore, then perhaps, with that strong self love, a stronger deep love with another will become fate.
blessings,
Michelle
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I was writing from the perspective of a teen who was I think was into cutting. I think there was a lost love in her past too. I used recent feelings I have of betrayal and lost hope of love with someone. So, no it's not about loosing a soul mate or even about me, but as with any poem I write, it includes my feelings based on my reality.
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Thank you for the clarification. I think this is an emotion that many of us relate to, for many differant types of pain. Great poem.
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I liked that the ending was unexpected. The part about cutting to remind yourself you're alive really hit home. But the lost love parts of this poem unfortunately seemed cliche. Thanks so much for your entry and good luck!
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Ah my, dear, but tis not so much about lost love as it is addiction and betrayal... see the metaphors not the concrete meanings wrapped in cliche or perceived reality. Read beyond the words.
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