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Mahta Nov 22
At first
My abuser dresses like a prince on a white horse
Speaks like a true gentleman
And keeps tabs on all my fears and discomforts
'cause he "cares"

Than
He smiles for the camera while twisting my arm under the table
He means "well"
He convinces me that my pale and expressionless face is more beautiful than ever

In the end
For a good while I confuse my weakened heartbeat and the numbness running through my veins for the "calmness"

But than
In the pitch black of the reality
I see a diminishing flame flickering inside me
In its light
My dreary reflection reassembles a way out
Sonja Ogburn Nov 11
I went for a walk today,
finally stepping into the world,
after she threw our love away.
I lost who I was,
enchanted by her stare,
mesmerized by her care.
Heavy with a heart burdened deep,
all I ever wanted was a new start.

I said, "Whatever I do,
I’ll push through,
seeing life through her eyes,
hoping I’d break through,
activating all my dreams—
finally to stand tall and say,
'Hey, look, look at what you gave away.'"

But as I walked,
I went to visit my grandfather's grave,
and realized I’d been healing
the wrong way.
She was a reason,
yes, I fell in love,
but only for three years,
and in those years,
I gave myself away.

But my grandfather—
he and my parents,
they are the ones who planted me here.
They are the ones who gave me roots,
the soil that holds me steady.
I am here because of their love,
their sacrifices, and their care.

Now, I am going to live all my dreams—
to honor them,
to push forward with pride,
to give them the cheer they deserve,
and to stand tall in their light.

With a spirit of pride and strength,
I give myself a cheer.
I will make it.
And in doing so,
I give credit to them,
for I am here
because of their love.

I will rise,
stronger than I was before,
with each step forward,
reminded of the legacy they gave,
and in their honor,
I will chase my dreams,
and let nothing stand in my way.
"I wrote this poem to express the journey of self-discovery and healing after experiencing loss. It reflects the emotional turmoil of letting go of someone who once meant everything, only to realize that true strength comes from within. It’s about reconnecting with the people and values that truly shape who we are—our roots, our history, and the love that surrounds us even when it feels like we’ve lost it all. I wanted to show that no matter the pain, there’s always a path forward, and sometimes it takes hitting rock bottom to find the power within to rise up again."
Jewels Mar 2019
I yell
I scream
I promise I won’t cut myself
I walk towards the haunting drawer
I pull out that dark filled sword
I yell
I scream
I promise I won’t cut myself
I toss that scar filled tool across the room
I crawl towards my sinful truth
I yell
I scream
I promise I won’t cut myself
I reach you unsheathe you
I stare at your shining features
I place your cold groove on my damaged wool
I drag till I see red bloom
I have to admit it’s been a hard day.

— The End —