Temptation

Temptation

A Poem by TwoDaysTooLate
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Originally a piece of spoken word.

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When I was four, I was brave.
I was a loud, outspoken child who
believed that she could save anyone with
her toy doll doctor skills.

She lived for the thrills of parks and trips
with mom and dad to places unseen.
She had no fears and shed no tears for
she was clever and didn't have to worry
about being bottom of the class.
She grew as a person, like a blade of
uncut grass who wanted to change the world.

And no one could stop her.

From age seven to age eleven, her world
was polluted by a convoluted girl who
was stick thin, manipulative and one
of the biggest b*****s to ever live. She 
bullied her into insecurities, worries
and moralities because chubby would
not cut it.

The 'f' word became a big part of her life,
although it had a worse meaning than 
'f**k', 'f****t' or 'freak', though
the latter was commonly used.
F stood for F A T.

This three letter word caused her more
pain than any four, five or six letter words.
It labelled her in a category she shouldn't
have been in.

It gave her a reason to catch a ride on 
the nearest downwards spiral which
would land her on a grey, dirty sofa
in a council therapy office.

In her early teens she was both
D I A G N O S E D
and 
G I V I N G  U P
.

She gave up hope and succumbed to
her pain.

temptation.

Temptation.

TEMPTATION.

She gave in to the temptation
of pain removal by causing the world
around her pain.

She held on to her past whilst severing her
future and preparing herself for whatever
else was going to come her way.
The sharp knife of hope carved the skin of the
past.

It bled pain and agony, and release.
The plaster sealed her, pain and agony
free.
The scars remind her of where she released pain.

Now her arms are tattooed with reminders
of a past that couldn't have left fast
enough.

A family torn apart by a death of a
person physically and another mentally.
She wanted to make it all go away.
Relieve others of her burden.

September 20th 2016.

That was meant to be engraved on
her headstone.

As she prepared to journey for
the final time, a simple message from
someone she'd never met saved her.
That's how a stranger saved her life.

The stranger intrigued her, but also made
her feel loved. And since, she hasn't
succumbed to the temptation of the journey.

This is a message to all those people
who grew up surrounded by temptation.
Who were always deemed as overreacting.
Who have succumbed, who are planning to.

Or who feel they will.

You are not alone.

Although society has a way of condemning
the weak, it has survived thus far.
Because there are enough similar
people to keep the world going around
The scars are a mark of bravery,
not silliness or stupidity.

The pain is not subjective, it is seemingly
everlasting.

Don't be afraid, someone will save you. I know
this is hard to believe and fathom
but there is definitely someone.
Even me.

I was saved by a stranger.

And now I'll save you.

© 2017 TwoDaysTooLate


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Wow, a very thought provoking description of a descent through quite a catalogue of pressures and conditions to the point of suicide. Using the word temptation makes it so much more powerful and personal.

And then the rise out of the abyss bringing hope and the humanity of concern for others. Such a great counterpoint.

The only thing I miss is quite how the stranger appeared at that crucial time.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

TwoDaysTooLate

5 Years Ago

thank you so so much for your review!
i do agree - the stranger appearing is a bit out of pla.. read more



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Wow, a very thought provoking description of a descent through quite a catalogue of pressures and conditions to the point of suicide. Using the word temptation makes it so much more powerful and personal.

And then the rise out of the abyss bringing hope and the humanity of concern for others. Such a great counterpoint.

The only thing I miss is quite how the stranger appeared at that crucial time.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

TwoDaysTooLate

5 Years Ago

thank you so so much for your review!
i do agree - the stranger appearing is a bit out of pla.. read more

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Crimson Peak, Rain Streaked Glass, United Kingdom



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