![]() The track or the merry-go-roundA Poem by aboutthegirl![]() I grew up in a very dysfunctional family. That included severe verbal abuse, drugs and neglect this is my poem I wrote of how I am and will break free and wont be a product like the others.![]() Running full force, telling myself to never look back. Don’t do it, don’t do it… I tell myself over and over but it doesn’t work. My damaged heart glances back and this girl is right back on that track. The track to overused sorrys, proving my worth, not knowing when and what will upset you. I look beneath me. The tracks begin to look familiar so I stare. I stare at what I thought was strange to me. Everything is gray. The smoke in the air, the fog throughout my mind, the metal tracks that assemble back to my life. I stare. I realize what track I’m on and so I begin to run wishing I could fly far far away. As I look to my right I see a label that reads, THE RIGHT TRACK. I close my eyes and I jump. My mind set on my goal but my heart still looking back, eyes glued on that track. That familiar worn down track. The one that seems to always find its way back. As I take one last jump to freedom and one last jump to the right track i stumble and I fall. I look up and I stare. I stare as the track to freedom begins to fade into the distance. Everything is grey. The smoke in the air, the fog throughout my mind, the metal familiar tracks that assemble my life. That’s when I realized my life was merely just a merry-go-round imitating past go ’rounds. I had to make a change, I had to do what I had to do.. So I stopped putting everything I had in something that went nowhere Now I am on my own track. Now I am free. © 2016 aboutthegirlAuthor's Note
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Added on December 28, 2016 Last Updated on December 28, 2016 Tags: finding a better path, abuse, cycles, getting off the the track, starting a new track |