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Jan 2023
You wished for things to never be like that again.
And they did change.
They’re still hard, still feel bad.
Not as bad but still bad.

And you’re tired.
And it still feels very hard and bad everyday.
The essence stayed, your body and your head.
Which are more worn out than ever.
So things changed and are finally better.
But yet you suffer.

And it’s still very extremely hard to get through the days.
The nights are still rough.
But it will never be the same.
And one day all the pain will be gone.
And you’ve grown out of it and from it.
To never ever feel like that again.

To not let it ever exist to feel like that for anyone else.
Because the knowledge was gained and now it shall be gone, over and done with!
Murdered, moved on from.
Taken care of.

Slaughtered.
Understood.
Like a broken cycle.
Life on earth is about this.
And it keeps happening.

When it’s your time, do escape.
Don’t follow.
Don’t follow that trap.
All the traps.
Don’t fall for them next time when there won’t be time.

Just essence.
The real essence, you.
Pure passion.
Pure experience.
Pure creation.
No judgement.

No wishing but creating.
Just really feeling intensely.
Everything.
That’s the real truth.
This is just a journey, this world of rules.
A journey fitted for you, not by you.
It’s a battle, a task, a duty.
Everything you do.

Be real and free, go be it already.
Where possible.
07-01-22
Zeena Miedema
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Zeena Miedema  32/F/Gouda(NL)
(32/F/Gouda(NL))   
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   Imran Islam
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