Holding on
Holding tight
On a rollercoaster ride
Of life

Handle bars
Cranking shut
Seatbelt fastened
Taunt
Hands fly up in the air
Ups and downs
Crying— frowns
Laughing and giggles

Begs for freedom
Yet Im holding on SO tight
Hoping for some control
I WILL keep fighting
I AM enough
I AM worthy
I AM loved
I CAN do this
I CAN be anything

On this rollercoaster
There is no limits
Except for your restraint
Whitch is your border
Of dying and life
As long as your on it
Your free to fly

You can build ups and downs
Change frowns to smiles
Do twists at ever corner
Hook them into it
No matter what your going thorough
Keep fighting

And DONT be afraid
To hold on tight
Because
Everyone gets afraid
It’s a part of life
You can take me word
You can follow your path

Choices you make
Will have and impact and last
I wish you luck
On your adventures
Brave soul
If you ever need me

I’m holding on tight too
So DONT be afraid
If you need someone to hang on too

No I'm not.
I'm human,
I made mistakes,
So don't tell me I'm "perfect"
When I have,
Told lies,
Spread gossip,
Held onto darkness.
And am taking responsibility
For it.
Then trying to spread positivity.

I'm givin a gift.
I'm givin,
A story.
I'm givin,
Fun.
But I've been hurt before,
And I know all good things,
Turn bad.
whatever I'm given--
Never stays good.
I guess I realize,
That I know what comes.
From good to bad,
In a split Second,
Like the flip of a switch,
I know what comes.

Crying.
Shouting.
Laughing
Talking.

All things chanting,
All this tapping.
All the buzzing.
The beeping,
The music,
The breeze.

All things overstimulating,
In my Brain.
jumbled thoughts,
Yelling voices,
Seeing things,
That aren't there.

all things come together,
Things intertwined.
Like a out of tune harmony,
Now I'm stuck listening,
Seeing.
feeling.
It all is so--
overstimulating.

I was forced,
To give my heart.
I was forced,
To give my soul.
I was forced,
to give my thoughts.
I was forced to,
To give all of me,
As a whole.
They didn’t show no mercy.
Each attack.
They didn’t get karma,
I didn’t get revenge.
They served my life,
On a ******,
Platter.
They used me,
To there full extent.
Know I’m left wondering,
If I’ll ever come back.
To my childhood,
I dreamed of.
That I thought was perfect.
But those 2 years,
In school.
THAT day.
a physical scar,
That life,
Is a force,
That can rip your,
Life away in a second.
I still think why I let this happen.
The answer,
Is the threats.
I will forever live,
That what happened,
wasn’t true.
But I can’t help but wonder…
What would have changed—
If I had spoken up more?
If I had told them right away?
If I had fought?
But,
I was forced.
now I worry,
That even now,
I’m left here to decay.

Hello y’all!
My name is Olivia Williams,
And if you are just meeting me or seeing my page..

WELCOME!!
I want to do a quick vote in the comments of YOUR favorite poem (pick ONLY 1 PLS :))
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Thanks to those who have supported me so far, and welcome to all newcomers!
-your writer:
Olivia Williams :)

my goals :)
-take breaks when needed
-spill EVERYTHING out on paper
And read it before hitting “send”
-post AT LEAST 1 a day (if I’m not taking a break)
- take care of myself
- write something happy at least 2 times a month