When She Cried

When she cried

she thought all was lost

and she gave up all her hope.

She let the tears fall down

collect around her feet,

puddles all around

crippled in defeat.

One night she almost takes the knife

to slice open her skin

but instead she chose to grab a pen

and let out all she had.

Across the paper, her words flowed,

like water in a stream,

easy love, and great release,

to tell of what she hides.

Deep inside her broken mind,

she begins to heal,

the pen falls from her grasp

and stright down to the floor.

she looks at

the words shes scrawled

along the thin sheet,

and smiles as she feels relief

and a contentedness inside.

the words were right,

and yet still true,

and young girl was proud.

from that day on,

every night,

she wrote it all down.

Its all because, she won

"THE WAR"

Author's Note

I WROTE THIS ABOUT THE FIRST TIME I WROTE A POEM. ITS CALLED 'THE WAR' AND ITS ON THIS SITE...

Reviews

[Willow]

Nice poem. Thanks for requesting by the way. I have one thing to discuss though.

You say: "Crippled in defeat" and then you switch tenses to present. You do it several times in this poem. You need to choose one or the other, you can't have both lol

But otherwise, a good poem.

[Adele Potter]

Oh god, this is so sad. I like it, though.