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Ricochet21 Nov 2019
I'm suffocating,
A mouthful of teeth,
and a swollen tongue
blocking the way
of air,
of a voice
full
of reaching words,
full
of truth.
Constricting throat,
spasming lungs,
a world
coming undone,
after
a
simple question,
one,
that I still can't
answer.
Choking,
I cough
out a lie,
maybe to buy
more time,
maybe to keep
my emotions
in line.
Breathe.
"I'm Fine."
Ricochet21 Nov 2019
I saw you, a star
among billions
of stars,
yet
I saw you.
Just you.
Ricochet21 Oct 2019
This is my home.
The Trees and the Stars.
Though not the trees I dream of,
or the stars I've learned to love;

This is my home.
The pain and loss.
Though its been years,
That's what the stars remind me of;
But then I close my eyes,
and the beautiful palm trees
awaken my mind.
Those beautiful palm trees,
that remind me to love,
show me i'm safe,
and give me the warmth of a hug;
Those beautiful palm trees,
that i consider home,
that gave me a new family,
a kind i'd never known.

I reminisce in those days,
from the life id chose to love,
before i was torn from that hug,
to the stars i'd grown to love,
from those beautiful palm trees.
Ricochet21 Oct 2019
I am from corn,
from fields and fireflies.
I am from back roads,
from chicken and pies.
I am from many houses,
from family to family.
I am from sand,
from beaches and islands.
I am from the ocean,
the waves and the sounds,
The waves that calm me down.
I am from adventures,
from beautiful sounds and sights.
I live for those moment,
while this time goes by,
till i can go back to the ocean,
such  beautiful life;
back to the life torn from me,
from the love and character...
for now I shall stay with the fireflies.
Ricochet21 Oct 2019
If they caught you...
if they caught you,
maybe i would allow myself to feel.
I'd truly be brave instead of faking how i feel.
Maybe when I see a red truck I wouldn't
flinch at the thought of you.
Maybe I'd still know my family,
but you took that away didn't you?

Maybe when people joked about ****
I wouldn't think back to that day.
Or when an older man that looks like you,
asks about my day I wouldn't stare off and say
go away.

Maybe I'd feel normal the way others do.
Or maybe I wouldn't blame myself
for the way I've been treated,
Would you ?
I've been working on coping with what happened to me for almost two years. When I finally spoke out it backfired, he had found a way to convince the one person that i needed to believe me that I wanted this. So that person abandoned me and chose him. I had learned the cruelty of the world but was left to discover the good in it for myself. I lost a lot because I needed to tell someone what had happened. I couldn't play his games anymore.
So now,
after almost two years, I can finally say...
I am going to be okay.

— The End —