innocence lost, my prison was built
swallow the pain
chin up and smile
never the same
never a child
the root is diseased
No way to break free
that voice in my head
was torturing me
you are nothing
I feared that was true
you can’t do it, don’t bother
I’m sorry, you’re right, Father
they’re better off without you
I heard that before
they won’t even miss you
Just breathing’s a chore
the root is so strong
tired of the fight
I just wanted to sleep
for the rest of my life
Full of despair
I called on Death
hoping peace might be found
in my final breath
I’ll never know why
Death did not take me
Why’d I get the chance
to go on, to be?
years of silence
leting go of the lies
so many secrets
shedding the disguise
the root has grown weaker
it barely remains
new growth has formed
from love and not pain
you are disgusting
stop telling me lies
no one will love you
my spirit will rise
You can’t make a difference
I do and I’ll try
You can’t tell our story
I can. It’s your turn to hide.
the root is not silent
still alive in some way
but I choose not to listen
Not me. Not now. Not today
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(c) 2013 Roots To Blossom
That is beautiful…
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Thank you Julie
it seems that sometimes the words just flow out, and help us say what can’t be said
well done
Yes, exactly. Thank you
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I feel your pain.
I’m sorry you understand, but glad to meet you and share the journey
I don’t intend to be condescending, so please take this the way it is intended. I am so proud of you, this is spectacular.
Thank you. I would never take it that way, I understand, and appreciate it. Especially from someone who knows about these battles. And I crave motherly comments too, so we’re all good. xx
Awesome.
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You put in words a powerful imagery of overcoming poisonous childhood. Beautiful and powerful are the words that come to mind. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Ruth, I am happy that you read it and understand.