Is there such a thing as peace?
Will this burden ever release ?
So many things cannot be undone
Like looking at the “mountain” wanting to run.
Things that used to mean something are being replaced
Even the smile that was carried around on the face.
Sometimes hurt can overwhelm us
It can make a prisoner and create a stirring fuss.
It can take away our light and our joy
Things that used to bring something suddenly don’t anymore.
When a person’s heart has been hurt and created a scar
IT is always there even when it doesn’t hurt so bad, and never far.
As if silence could be still a heart
Then time would join its hand
Nothing could wound us
Nothing would reside …
Try to find some silence for your heart
It will not diminish the pain, but it’s a start.
Help yourself, be kind to you
You don’t come with a blueprint in blue.
Peace is not always attainable
Burdens can be many and manageable.
Silence might simply be closure…
Closure to whatever creates a burden or more.
Stead firmness can be found
Once,I did stand,on solid ground
Not anymore
My heart cannot find its footing
My feet cannot make a stance
Too much sand and water under them
Life Is full of hardships that have taken a toll
I’ve watched people come
I watched people go
Some of them really hurt me
Some of them I wish had stayed
Is this how my life is supposed to have been played?
Fighting the many who came for my soul
Prayers and dreams kept me afloat
Sometimes, the tide turned me over
I had to swim with everything that was in me
I grabbed at twigs or anything I could find
The twigs were those that listened
The swim was my struggle
The tide was those that took love from me and threw it away
Like in nature, all fight to survive
This has been me, in my life
Sometimes, I fought my own self
Sometimes I ran away
So many things I can remember that I never got to say
But that’s in the past
And I think I’ll leave it in my poems
In my writing, with paper and pen.
I’m sure you’ll hear from me again.
MwsR❤️
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
You had the power
I was weak
You took my trust
I gave it to you
No love that was true
That is what I saw, when I saw you.
You stole my innocence
I played the game
You tookmy respect
I took the blame
You hurt me deeper
I felt the pain
You were not a real dad
I only had your name
Lies you told
Lies that I felt
You never will get that chance again
I will never let you.
MwsR ❤️
Torment In My Brain. By MwsR
To many times I have let chaos be my norm
Many dreams turned into nightmares and kept me torn.
Peace was hard to have , to expect, or even see.
Why couldn’t I get some for little Ole me?
Moments spent pondering and rehashing old dreams,
Felt like I was coming apart at the seams.
Turning and tossing at night just to rest my weary brain,
Often times that had left me in so much pain.
It’s almost as if I’d let it all point at me like a gun in my own hand,
Aiming for my own heart was almost more than I could stand.
Will it ever end?
The silent miserable attack,
Or will it keep coming for me and pushing me on my back?
Maybe it’s like a curse, the one that holds true,
I guess you’re thinking, better me than you.
If there is no other way to hurt someone than by your absence, then never come around. Then they won’t know your absence and won’t miss it.
MwsR<3
The hurt is mine
It grows with each day that is absent of you
I know that it is my burden to bear.
Mine to endure, mine to keep it inside.
I feel sometimes in searching for answers to things, my heart will surely die.
Like a prisoner, I do time for things that I feel.
Things that make me feel like a human, like “real”
I understand not everything has answers for an ailing mind
But somehow I thought answers I would one day find.
If I had known all my feelings would be swept into a forbidden corner,
One that no one cares about,
One that separates me from others for life…
To get inside certain packages, one must use a knife,
My feelings were inside,
It took time to get them opened up,
But it happened, despite my unbelief.
I will never be a closed up heart again,
But that does not mean my heart will mend.
I hurt, I feel so alone with it all.
My only answer to this insane is God.
He hears my cries, comforts my excruciating tries.
He lifts me up so I can see a new and different place to feel safe.
If he could let me borrow another heart, just once
I would let it display out loud and strongly.
I would not hide it, and let it crush me.
That is what I would do.
MwsR ❤
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