#dysfuntional - Hello Poetry

My body was trained into submission Shoulders curved inwards Spine folded small Voice clipped short I didn’t take up space between Because space was dangerous A presence was always An invitation to conflict Stillness became costume And silence camouflaged I could exist without existing And most days that was safer The house never let me forget myself The corners were a constant reminder That I was temporary Conditional I lived on probation My existence tolerated Only if it stayed quiet enough Compliant enough Unremarkable I wasn’t raised so much as contained Childhood was a sentence Served indoors

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Oct 9, 2025

Oct 9, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC

Sorelle

Conditional

My body was trained into submission Shoulders curved inwards Spine folded small Voice clipped short I didn’t take up space between Because space was dangerous A presence was always An invitation to conflict Stillness became costume And silence camouflaged I could exist without existing And most days that was safer The house never let me forget myself The corners were a constant reminder That I was temporary Conditional I lived on probation My existence tolerated Only if it stayed quiet enough Compliant enough Unremarkable I wasn’t raised so much as contained Childhood was a sentence Served indoors

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Brothers alas Nothing to separate In the land that birthed you You will one day lay An advocate, a surgeon, a businessman All wish to live in bliss But life isn’t what they deem For one of the brother’s family is full of greed Corrupted as one can be The mask outside, beautiful, so carefree Inside thy heart Darkness greets

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Mar 25, 2025

Mar 25, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC

Sids

Brothers after all

Brothers alas Nothing to separate In the land that birthed you You will one day lay An advocate, a surgeon, a businessman All wish to live in bliss But life isn’t what they deem For one of the brother’s family is full of greed Corrupted as one can be The mask outside, beautiful, so carefree Inside thy heart Darkness greets

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I'm drowning. The waves crash around me And the storm rages, The rabid sea pulls me under, Foaming in its fury. . And in the darkness, I cling to a lone rock, A coral reef? A whisper of an island? I'm deaf to whispers of comfort - The wind and waves howl and crash, Outside of me, and in. . Diamonds are also rocks. This could be one, but I'm blind to see. The night is black and the current strong, I gasp for breath and clench my fingers, Cutting myself, but I can't let go. It's all that keeps me afloat, This bit of stone, a lone companion. . I'm still drowning. The feel of a small salvation, The solice of solidity Under my fingers, Isn't actually a rescue. The waves are merciless; I breath in salt, Gasp, and cough and heave, And my rock can't stop that. There's no defeating the storm. . It crumbles under my fingers, Weathered by the ocean, As am I. The deep dark blue Whips against us both, But is it not my hands that break it faster? . I'm beyond saving, Yet I cling, selfishly, taking it with me as I sink. For the small comfort, The solice of solidity under my fingers. As I cough, and heave, and gasp, Losing sensation in my limbs. . It's too much effort, holding on, And I am tired, faded, worn. Cold, and numb, I feel the thrum through me now: I'm one with the sea. As I let go, and silence covers me, Like a blanket against the water, Lulling me, slowly, To the deep dark blue embrace. . There’s peace in giving up, Relinquishing the fight. The ocean hums now, So far beneath the surface, It's quiet here, away from thoughts. .

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Jan 3, 2021

Jan 3, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC

Haley67

Drowning

I'm drowning. The waves crash around me And the storm rages, The rabid sea pulls me under, Foaming in its fury. . And in the darkness, I cling to a lone rock, A coral reef? A whisper of an island? I'm deaf to whispers of comfort - The wind and waves howl and crash, Outside of me, and in. . Diamonds are also rocks. This could be one, but I'm blind to see. The night is black and the current strong, I gasp for breath and clench my fingers, Cutting myself, but I can't let go. It's all that keeps me afloat, This bit of stone, a lone companion. . I'm still drowning. The feel of a small salvation, The solice of solidity Under my fingers, Isn't actually a rescue. The waves are merciless; I breath in salt, Gasp, and cough and heave, And my rock can't stop that. There's no defeating the storm. . It crumbles under my fingers, Weathered by the ocean, As am I. The deep dark blue Whips against us both, But is it not my hands that break it faster? . I'm beyond saving, Yet I cling, selfishly, taking it with me as I sink. For the small comfort, The solice of solidity under my fingers. As I cough, and heave, and gasp, Losing sensation in my limbs. . It's too much effort, holding on, And I am tired, faded, worn. Cold, and numb, I feel the thrum through me now: I'm one with the sea. As I let go, and silence covers me, Like a blanket against the water, Lulling me, slowly, To the deep dark blue embrace. . There’s peace in giving up, Relinquishing the fight. The ocean hums now, So far beneath the surface, It's quiet here, away from thoughts. .

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