Moving On

A poem I wrote after I moved out from my abusive grandmother's home. This is dedicated to her, though she'll never read it.

I lay here in the dark,
My mind as devilish as Odysseus' whirlpool.
Tears fall from my eyes as lightly as a lark,
And I wonder why am I such a fool?

I sit here on my bed
Looking out the window to the sky.
Words flow to my paper from my head.
Should they be the truth or I continue to lie?

I stand beneath a willow tree,
Leaning on her trunk for support.
Things reveal themselves, I suddenly see
That most of my life has been a stupid pop singer's report.

I take a step upon the sand,
Making my way to the crystallized turquoise waves.
I spent so much time, wasted, trying to stand on my own on land
But I'm tired of being dragged and forced to, a certain way, behave.

I am moving on. How simple it sounds,
Like something so easy to do.
It's taking a long time, but I am determined and bound
To free myself from chains and find out what's true.

Please understand, I mean you no harm.
You've tried your best, I presume.
My friends say that I somehow possess wit, looks, and charm,
So back to my new life I'll quickly resume.

I'll always love you, You raised me well.
For this I cannot and will not at all complain.
But the truth is you put me through a living Hell,
So I am ending this vicious cycle of pain.

I am moving on.

Author's Note

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[Lily Mae]

I've known these feelings myself and the best and only thing you can do is realize the vicious cycle and step out of it.. Great write..x