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Dad, I am no longer your little girl you can no longer protect me not from the monsters within. In a black hole you see me falling In dark corners curling, In the bottom of oceans sailing; storms stonewalling. Dad, you might think I am thralled - But I tell you! In my bed I am appalling, trawling reaching for something to grasp trying to calm myself down Shoving the memories back. Fighting the demons. I see them sprawling across me my dreams my lungs my THOUGHTS.. my thoughts my thoughts... DAD!! I am betrayed by my own mind... my body is REBELLING against me... Despite the mountains I trained to carry above my shoulders... Some days - Some days it feels I am skinned alive... One breeze of air is enough to run sirens alerting a world of A BILLION neurons Leaving me stranded agonised looking for shelter, wishing I can crawl back to my mother's womb sit, curl, and hold my legs - grasp the umbilical cord hear her heartbeat 1... 2... Breath... In... Out... Dear Dad, don't you worry. You raised a strong girl. patiently she learnt - how to beautifully braid her fears and tears. Your little girl learnt how to play- with the monsters nested in the head.... and the monsters under the bed.... into poetic ink and art on the wall she transformed them all. She is a survivor, who copes That said... Every now and then in my own bubble you'll see me slipping in my favourite corner sitting unconsciously graves for my unborn children digging not seeing a point for living. Deep inside I will be silently screaming I am brave I am brave But I am slightly cursed scarred wishing I was still your little girl
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
Abyss
Dad, I am no longer your little girl you can no longer protect me not from the monsters within. In a black hole you see me falling In dark corners curling, In the bottom of oceans sailing; storms stonewalling. Dad, you might think I am thralled - But I tell you! In my bed I am appalling, trawling reaching for something to grasp trying to calm myself down Shoving the memories back. Fighting the demons. I see them sprawling across me my dreams my lungs my THOUGHTS.. my thoughts my thoughts... DAD!! I am betrayed by my own mind... my body is REBELLING against me... Despite the mountains I trained to carry above my shoulders... Some days - Some days it feels I am skinned alive... One breeze of air is enough to run sirens alerting a world of A BILLION neurons Leaving me stranded agonised looking for shelter, wishing I can crawl back to my mother's womb sit, curl, and hold my legs - grasp the umbilical cord hear her heartbeat 1... 2... Breath... In... Out... Dear Dad, don't you worry. You raised a strong girl. patiently she learnt - how to beautifully braid her fears and tears. Your little girl learnt how to play- with the monsters nested in the head.... and the monsters under the bed.... into poetic ink and art on the wall she transformed them all. She is a survivor, who copes That said... Every now and then in my own bubble you'll see me slipping in my favourite corner sitting unconsciously graves for my unborn children digging not seeing a point for living. Deep inside I will be silently screaming I am brave I am brave But I am slightly cursed scarred wishing I was still your little girl
#father#dad#sad#depression#growingup#pain#movingon
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
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