Come too young to age quite old
Her life a trail of bitter cold
The trials that she’s faced and fought
Far too much for what she’s lost.
She walks into blistering storms
Holds up her chin and sets her horns,
But it’s not real it’s a façade,
Inside she dies; too high a cost.
Life so unfair has torn asunder,
Ripped her bare; rendered and plundered.
Her tender heart battered and worn
Aching, scarred, bitter, and torn.
There’s so much pain, there’s so much hate,
All the solutions come too late.
The past is gone and can’t turn back;
To mend her soul; put youth on track.
There’s nothing left; her youth is gone,
Her only choice left to be strong.
But she cannot; confusion reigns,
There is no exit for her pain.
I watch this tender, tearing child;
Remember youth, tender and mild.
Remember smiles, laughter, and joy,
And wish those now, were not decoy.
The time is gone, the price is paid,
Her tender heart and soul is slain.
The only choice to start anew,
And hope pain’s not her future too.
By: J.D. Garrett
For Mariah
January 28, 2009 4:25 AM
Author notes
ap name poeticcaresses. If it's not obvious enough just by the poem it's about lost innocence.
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I'm not looking for approval or alteration this is from the heart for my daughter.
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Wow~
Beautifully expressed even through the pain..I'm sure your daughter is blessed to have such a mother who understands here, and can relate to her to the point that you could weave this for her. Thanks for sharing here, and even though this was a random read, your screen name drew me in. Nice choice.
May you continue to lift each other up in compassion's hands.
Much love, Timothy.
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Painful. sorry.
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Alright.
Hmmmmmmm.......
Bleh.
I think this is okay...
Pretty, touching, but still... not sure, I feel like it is missing something. But, I love it because it is missing something. Doesn't make sense, I know, I am out of it.
Woosh.
Gwen -
Thank you, all, for your kind words and support.
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It stands as such!
Somethings must be written from the heart to express the heart.
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very tenderly written. most everyone can find something in her poem to identify with.
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Loss of innocence is a painful thing. I am sorry she had to lose her innocence in the way that she did. You are right though, in what you wrote in the last lines, the only thing to do is start anew. I hope for better times for both of you.
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Sad
But yet the sweet bird of youth seems to be just a dying ember as society stripes our youth of those great times. In a rush for indenpendence we seek our undoing & lose those cherished moments.
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