and so it was said
her life was spared
because of the numbers laid out
but sometimes she wished
that it had not been
because of all the things she was without
but it was her curse
that she should survive
not one but many a year
and though she faced abuse
and hardship all around
it remained true that she was here
some nights real late
she’d lay awake
and ponder it all to the moon
why was this her destiny
and what inside her insisted she live
when she desperately wanted the end soon
by day she learned many lessons
about how to play pretend
she was not to reveal her feelings ever
and though she hinted
and tried to tell without words
no one was ever just enough clever
not one soul seemed to see
that what looks alive
can sometimes cease to be so
it’s something deep within
that can only be found
by those who dare to go
far through the eyes,
and deep into the heart
to a place where the broken are saved
to a place inside
where the past’s children hide
and dreams and wonders have caved
it may be a place
safe from outside harm
but it’s far from a place you’d want to live
it’s a desolate plane
full of uncried tears and misery
where there is nothing left to give
this is the place
were life has pushed hope
and where hope clings by last threads
it is a place locked up internally
where it cannot turn many heads
she wonders why she lived
why they let her remain
was it something more than dumb luck
it was this place inside
fashioned from need, and strength
a place that doesn’t rely on those who don’t give a fuck
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Carol Anne, this poem broke my heart. These lines are so beautifully sad:
‘some nights real late
she’d lay awake
and ponder it all to the moon
why was this her destiny’
and
‘not one soul seemed to see
that what looks alive
can sometimes cease to be so’.
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Thank you so much, Kim. I’m really happy you liked my poem. 😁
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My pleasure.
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💗💗💗
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This is such a sad and heartbreaking poem Carol.
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Thanks Sadje! I appreciate your kind comment! X
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It’s my pleasure
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😀😀🕊️
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Hello Carol Anne, what a sad poem of desperation. It makes my mind wonder about this woman and what her situation is that has broken her so badly.
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Hi Roberta I am a survivor of abuse, many forms, this is what broke me, and I am in recovery now, thank goodness!, I have a wonderful therapist, she has helped me so much!
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Carol, so heartbreaking.💔
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Thank you Punam 💕
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You are welcome. ❤️
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💕🦋😘😘
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