Circles

Circles

A Poem by Lyrical Love

Little old me, we met at my birth
gently you gave me my first kiss
with a Promise
lovingly you wanted her
so how could you try to destroy me
with your words
how did your touch begin to bring me pain
and wounds
pressed so deep
that they have damaged
the part of me needed to fly
under your foot I broke free
wounded
five year old
little old me
Showing you my scars
and telling you my pain
smiles you Promised
for me
with vows
that it never would rain
so how could you try also to destroy me
with your words
how did your touch begin to bring me pain
and wounds
pressed so deep
that they have damaged
the part of me needed to fly
under your foot I broke free
wounded
twenty-five year old
little old me.


© 2009 Lyrical Love



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I feel bad because you had to go through this and on the other hand I admire you for sharing it.
I can't remember reading a poem that flourished, unraveled and then blossomed all at the same time,
I like the reoccurring statement because it gave the poem a cinematic feel.

Once again, an amazing write!

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Abuse is a horrible, horrible thing for anyone to endure. It breaks one's spirit... or badly wounds it. Yet another effect of the illness which plagues the minds of mankind. This piece effectively reflects the broken trust, the pain caused, when the person you should trust the most -- your protector -- betrays you.

I hope this wasn't your reality LL... and if it was, I am truly, truly sorry. To heal and overcome such a thing is a blessing indeed, and shows strength in spirit.

Very well written :)

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is an awesome piece .....Touching .. and things said here like ...

how did your touch begin to bring me pain
and wounds
pressed so deep
that they have damaged
the part of me needed to fly
under your foot I broke free
wounded
twenty-five year old
little old me. .. .

Truly felt .. with obvious emotions.... I can tell u to read two of my poems .. again ... Song of Liberty & Autumn Zephyr ... Kudos !


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Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Showing you my scars
and telling you my pain
smiles you Promised
for me
with vows
that it never would rain
so how could you try to destroy me
with your words
how did your touch begin to bring me pain


WOW such an emotional write here, I really connected with these lines, this is very well written.....Kim

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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