I opened the box
And memories from the past
Streamed out like a dam breaking
It was filled with paper
any kind of paper
With words scribbled down hastily
On either side, both sides
Broken words, new words
Words that were strange to me
These lines, stories and thoughts
They are not mine, they can’t be
I do not recognize them as a part of me
These depressing thoughts
I have never had, I was a happy child!
(but the evidence is before my eyes)
These degrading emotions
I have never felt, I was a joyful girl
(but the imprints do not lie)
Were all the good times a fraud?
Or the bad times too terrible to bear
That I placed them in a box away from glare
How do I start to heal for
all the things I’ve suppressed
on this quest for the adult in me
Author notes
When i was young i wrote a lot, and it did not matter on what, as long as i could write down my thoughts. The other day i decided to clean up a bit and when i read those words, they did not seem mine, not something i would have written. That was the inspiration for this poem
Comments and Critiques welcome
Comments
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this is so well structured with admirable clarity a really wonderful poem
thanks
theresa
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its beautiful i can relate, i hate that feeling i dont know if you have ever felt this as well but its like if you've ever looked into a mirror and even though you knew that was you it did'nt feel like it like you were an outsider an observer sitting from afar on a meeting of you own life how i fear that feeling and hate it so, you put it into such perfect words and describe it so well that even those who have never felt that way could expirence it in reading this poem great write and thanks for the read
♥ LostPoet ♥
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