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Poem

As If

by MwsR

As if my hurting was not enough

You create this journey that’s tough,

Wanting desperately to be “normal”, feel normal.

This is my normal.

I hear what you say, my heart wants to stay

My head wants to walk away.

Seems things are so scattered now

What can I possibly do anyhow.

Like a switch that’s been used too long

I feel the weakness from it all, I’m not that strong.

Must I explain everything

Must I endure so much pain

“ you’ll be alright dear”, is all I hear, it’s insane.

Some people bounce through life

I fell into mine.

I didn’t ask for the harmful effects

From someone else’s neglect.

I pray for help

For strength, for sanity, for clarity

No more pain, loss of caring, and no more disparity.

If I could just heal, I’d be alright

As if it’s too much for me to ask

Such a burden, such a task.

If it’s God’s plan

I’ll do all I can.

Plagued By MwsR

Footsteps seem to float after the millionth step I take

Plagued by the thoughts and “what if’s and “how come”

Am I the only one?

Breathing increases as my mind races through all the history

Apologetic some, but mostly filled with remorse

I sometimes wish I could scream tell my voice becomes hoarse.

Plagued by the circumstances that always seemed to surround me

I was innocent yet guilty by association and by who I loved

Temporary cause for insanity searching, still praying to the powers above.

Plagued by missed opportunities

Were they simply a smear in time?

The journey certainly was all mine.

Memories are jaded, conversations were of equal influence

Persistent ramblings trying to search

All while trying to stay on my perch.

My life, my story

Plagued by the position I was in,

The once in a lifetime, that was back then.

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Outplaced Heart, by MwsR

Where does one start,

When they have outplaced their heart?

Can they ever put it back where it first started,

Or must they say goodbye as if they are parted?

Being outplaced is hard

There is no telling how far.

It is unwise to think it will simply return

Where it once was and without taking a surprising turn.

One can not easily surmise

How to handle their situations before they arise

So, carefully guard the heart you were given

While you desperately seek to be forgiven.

Your heart will return

You will not have to yearn.

In its place it will go

Just love yourself and forgive yourself and you’ll know.

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If hurt had a life of its own

It would have a house with the curtains drawn

Silently it would sit until more hurt came a knocking

Then it would let that hurt come in.

They would share the same couch

Use the same bed

Hurt would make room for its friends.

Meals would definitely be optional

Hurt would not check its mail

It could not stand any more bad news

Weeks would turn into longer

And the hurt would get stronger

It would dominate all around it

No time to ask permission

Hurt just would

Nothing would take as much meaning as hurt

Hurt would send the other feelings away.

If hurt had a life, the one you are responsible for giving it.

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Jaded by MwsR

Remembering things the way you see fit

I am not an idiot

Things were construed in this way and that

Perhaps it’d be better if all went “splat”

Seems pretty jaded

All the black and white has faded

Hard to trace, hard to be certain for sure

Looks like your the fish hooked by the lure.

Trapped because you want to be right

I wonder if it keeps you awake at night.

Seems to be jaded

Nothing ever gets corrected

Things just sit where they are,

Where they have been, at least so far.

Seems to be jaded

Why does your heart get traded

For falsehoods and misperceptions?

Like in a bubble is where you are

Too close but yet so far.

Jaded.

There Was Still Me~MwsR

I stood so tall back in those days

Free to explore the world before me

Often it felt like I was ruler of it all

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But something happened back then, I sank so very small

Nothing could of changed my outlook, for I still believed

That people had the power to change inside and that included me

There I was in this big person’s world

Brought under attack from someone I held dear

No way to defend myself, but my inner power remained

I just wished that could of jumped out and helped

In a span of years, things shifted from being ruler to a slave

Things eventually got more complicated and packed with dreaded pain.

Growing up was a tedious journey.

Looking around, I saw, there was still me

Always sorting through the remnants of what used to be.

Alone by MwsR

Alone is my plight

It has the might

It just construes

It consumes you

Alone is like a badge

To wear from past to present

It looks for me

Desperately changes things

Despite all the feelings

Alone is ever there.

As Angels Do by MwsR

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If I could see as angels do

Oh what miracles I would witness!

I would never doubt the power of things

If I could sing as angels do

What wondrous sounds they must make

I would have deeper meaning in this kind of praise

If I went where angels do

There would never be a need to roam

I would always know my place, the one I call home.

If I listened as well as angels do

With all my soul

I would hear more than I ever did.

If I could do as angels do

All the powerful works, the angelic ways

I would not be human.