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The Wonderess Apr 2020
I wonder who wounded you
For you to be this way...
For you to be so callous
And cast love away.

I wonder who wounded you
For you to be this way
I will no longer despise you
But for your healing pray.
Sometimes people hurt us and we regard them as monsters. We harbor hatred and anger for them because of all of the pain they have caused us. Yet something or someone caused them to be this way, so we should pity them instead and pray for their healing.
The Wonderess Apr 2020
I gave you an  
Invitation,
Accepted your
Invasion.
So who really
Is to blame,
If we both treated
Me the same?

You said you
Loved me...
And it set
Me free

Only to later
Lock me up
And throw
Away the
Key

Yet it appeared
Quite fine as I
Had been
Locked up
Before

The difference being
That I was the
Warder of my
Own prison
Door

Tell me, who is to
Blame
When we hurt
Me the same?

You saw me suffer
And worsened
My existing
Pain
The Wonderess Apr 2020
Don’t build me up
To break me down
Don’t make me smile
To make me frown
Don’t me make laugh
To make me cry
Don’t make want to live
To make me want die...
The Wonderess Apr 2020
she paints
with
poetry

molding
her mind
onto paper

creating
worlds with
words

sculpting
alternative
realities

to
lose and find
herself in...

forced to
break her
Avatar-State

abandoning
her sacred
space

she returns
to
Earth
I wrote this poem as an expression of how lost I sometimes feel as a writer in this world. I am in my element when I am producing work and writing poetry, this is how I escape all the problems I am faced with in reality. It is my save haven and through poetry I am able to discover my true self in the alternative reality She creates for me. This is when I am at my most powerful, when I write I become the ‘Avatar’ version of me, can any of you fellow writers relate?

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