Swore passionately
down to hell
across abandoned and devastated fields.
You left me alone! You left me to die!
I do not accept it!
Fuck your time and what it heals!
You wrecked me beyond recognition.
There’s nothing to save! You hear me –
NOTHING!
What this little girl was born with – burned;
In lies; in dirt – stomped and trapped
Fucked…
Look me in the eye
LOOK!
This is your handy-work; proudest creation –
Don’t you like me?
I like me. I love me.
I have nothing else to love…
It wished deliriously to hate you
But I’m disgustingly above
this emotion.
Any. Every. No one.
I’ve decided. I’ve decided.
Yet it flickers
cautiously whispering
painting the house and the tree
I swore! I swore to let it be…
But nope.
The heart contains – protects
The glimmering hope.
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Wow, I don’t know if you wrote this for God, or some dude that isn’t around anymore? But it is emotional, that’s for sure.
Sometimes we write these to ourselves, just to keep that glimmer of hope alive.
So it was dynamic. Prolific. And I’ll have to read past posts just to see if these words and emotions fill them as well.
Peace and Love.
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Thank you ♥ I wrote to life and everything it includes and doesn’t. I hope you will enjoy my other posts, as well.
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I’m certainly beginning to think I will.
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A powerful piece of writing. We poets sometimes reveal more about ourselves than we know or perhaps intend. Best, Kevin
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Thank you, and knowing this we can use to our advantage. Best, Liz
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Beautiful creation 👌
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Thank you ❤
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