Stand Tall

A poem I started a long time ago, but never finished till now.

You might ask why

because this is my last goodbye

I had to try

I thought I might feel something as I wrote this

A rekindling 

A spark

Another chance to start

But no....

You hurt me

You cast me aside

When life got tough

When things got rough

When I needed your arms just to hold me

You sold me 

You looked me over 

But you could no longer behold me 

You were my world 

My life 

We would lay back and giggle 

Joking about how one day you would be my wife

But no

It was all a lie

You severed every tie

You couldn't look me in the eye

You couldn't hear my voice

You made your choice

You tossed me aside 

And walked away

Leaving me with so many things left to say

But I'm betrayed...

By echos in my heart

Longing for you to stay 

But no

I will not crawl

I will not beg

I will Stand tall 

Or not at all 

I was your puppet

Dancing along to every whim 

Seeing the truth...

I could not begin

I followed your faith blindly

But now I can see

How things really used to be

A love once bright and pure

Fetid and rotten with Sin

But as you rip out my heart

And stomp it to pieces...

It releases

Something inside of me 

That used to hide 

A strength of will

A strength of pride

This...I will confide 

You stomped me down

But I will rise up 

You have broken the barrier

Now prepare for the tide

We...

Has become me

And for you

My life is no longer stalled 

I will not crawl

I will not beg

I will stand tall

...or not at all

Reviews

[Mark Anthony Games (Hum..]

I loved this piece, I have no Idea who your father is, or even that there was such a thing as the greatest and darkest poet of all time. So I am going by the piece alone. I found it quite liberating, like a moth emerging from the cocoon, but in the struggle curses the pod, once protective and vital but now unnecessary and limiting. Evolution is not just for species but also for the heart and soul. Looking back at some of the women I have loved, I wonder what the hell I was thinking. Great Write.

[Sanity]

Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. It is freeing when you are finally free of a weight that has dragged you down for so long. Whiether that weight be of a physical nature or a weight of the heart. It's good to finally let go, and even if we shall still always have our scars, at least they carry our memories. Both the good and bad ones, and in the end both shape us, do they not? Some make us stronger, and some simply make us smile, and yet they all shape us. Good or bad, they shape who we are all the same.

[Mark Anthony Games (Human Voice)]

It is the irony of life that we must exist forever in darkness to know anything of the light. So yes, I agree completely. Every blow of lives chisel carves our statue. Remove even one of those blows and the sculpture has changed, we can be what we are without every single second being treasured.

[Sanity]

Haha yes ^^ and want to know something rather funny? Ours names, Sanity and the Human voice having a philosophical discussion on human nature.

Sorry if thats kind of random, the though of it just amused me ^^

[Mark Anthony Games (Human Voice)]

Yeah, we could do with 'Soul Man' turning up to complete the power of three. Its the irony of Writers Cafe that the human voice and sanity can finally communicate, LMAO, good spot!

[RachelReaper]

I felt like, through your eyes, I could feel your pain. Because you weren't just heartbroken in this and hiding in a corner, you were still overcoming it and you were still being strong.

[AleyshaRosa]

Though it was dark in the beginning, the poem had a sense of redemption that brought a smile to my lips. It's a reminder that we can't wallow in our own pain,
thank you for sharing
Koodoos

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Omygosh! This is hell, sometimes gravity is all that is. Poor soul. But yeah, great poem, ---mishel

[Falling Leaf.]

Wow. This....blew me away. I don't know you--I've only just visited your profile--so I think a greeting is in order....I'm Savannah, no nicknames if you please. I spotted your profile and thought I would take a look. What do I find? You're related to one of the greatest--and darkest--poets of all time! My jealousy is slightly appalling. Anyway, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, friend. You've inherited a great talent.

Keep doing what you're doing,
Savannah

[Sanity]

It's a pleasure to meet you Savannah, you can call me by my nickname Sanity, or by my actual name Dan. I'm glad you like my poetry ^^ you flatter me. I've always had a flair for dark poetry even before I found out my connection to my famous relative. There is just something soothing about venting through my writing, and this is how it usually turns out. I'll have to check out some of your own writing later, I look forward to reading it ^^

[Falling Leaf.]

Pleasure's mine, Sanity. I write dark poetry, but tend to keep it to myself. It's not nearly as good yours.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to stand tall. Pain will be there. At least be kind in the goodbye. Never know where life where lead you. I had three people reappear in my life. I like the honest and directness of the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[K.G]

This is nice peice of work u got :3 keep it up