Old Friend, poem by MwsR

My sadness comes calling like an old friend

Brain and heart disheartened

Pulling me in towards those locked away feelings

A spin off of my nightmares versus my hopes and dreams

More than not, burdens of my feelings weight me down

Abuse was not my doing or liking

Then why must it be a part of me still?

Why must it encroach on my space and spread over my face?

No makeup can cover all this

I want to put these emotions out to pasture

Never to bring them back home again.

Let them die out in a field of clover.

Sprinkled with the piles of crap from those ”animals”

My life should mean more

Than this abuse, I implore.

Sadness, remembering, and a lot of hurt feelings

Chased by a strong cup of forgiveness pie.

Ugh.

I am to mean more than an abused one

I want to be more.

When I look in the mirror, I am more.

Abused, survivor, and strong

Now, that’s how I am

Who I am and was,

All along.

Silent Prison, poem(about abuse)

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Shouldn’t hurt to be a kid

Why have to pay for the things he did

Shattered is only part of it

Separated and torn, not fit

Despised for an act they are not guilty for

Never able to forget what happened behind that door

In secret, they fight the pain

In secret, she slowly turned insane

Why no one believed

Because to believe her they had to had seen

They don’t know what it took to tell

She was a prisoner, in her silent hell

Though more a prisoner to others disbelief

One day, just one day, she hopes for relief.

MwsR