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i wish
i were as brave as the rain
because
they are not afraid to
fall


©IGMS
when there is no one there to catch them...




they are the strongest, bravest and
saddest things I've known :(

PS:
-the thought "the rain are not afraid to fall" were not from me . :)
Doofinity Jul 2015
Raised to be seen and not heard,
free voice broken.
Learn what should and could be said,
or never spoken.
Who decides the acceptable to discuss,
or what creates a societal ruckus?
Beaten down over my years experience
traveled.
Words locked away in my head,
leave my soul unraveled.
Interpretations of the dark vs light,
Only I know what haunts me at night.
Who determines what strength and weakness I do value
Hold close my past that creates me honest and true.
Molested, arrested, *****, adandoned and battered
Homeless dropout, a ******, suicidal when life no longer mattered.
A smoker, a drinker, numb cutter for pain,
Tattooed and pierced, lay in front of a train.
Hit the bottom hard as stone,
call it the top, yet all alone.
Wanting so much more, feeling worth much less.
Until I face myself, only to me do I need to confess.
Rise up off the street,
forcing the ends to meet.
Make humble amends,
with lost family and friends.
Get a job, a career, new education,
Ever move forward despite trepidation.
Find true loves, each better than the last,
Accept better life hoping the worst has passed.
Never forget though, these vengeful demons in my life,
or they creep up behind me, stealthy slash of a knife.
Now open my mouth for the words to spill,
Vow never again silent, lest my soul be still.
Doofinity Jul 2015
I was doing so well!
That's what the screams in my head screeched as I wept.
I have been honest and open
regardless of my demons that crept.
I've bargained and plead with great courage and might,
to accept loving allies and friends in my fight.
I have held it together, striking fears in the face,
Stood tall with arms outreached though I felt running in place.
It took one head-on heartfelt conversation,
for my triumphant steps forward morphed to tormented contemplation.
Thousands of words streamed into my head,
I need to release the storms brewing or my soul be dead.
I sat at my piano, eyes closed letting my flow take flight,
I can't go another day with the hauntings of sleepless night...
I played, and cried, as slowly the voices subside...
And it hit me...
**** this, grab a spoon, where's the nutella?!
...And to all a good night!
Truth be told I eat my nutella off a knife, but in poetic form Twould sound like end of life.
I am far from done!
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