Maelstrom in the Great DivideA Poem by beautifulblade2.14.15Raised by dysfunction and bathed in wishful thinking -- a bubble bath of denial that choked my ability to breathe. Lungs inhaled anger like oxygen, though my mind never allowed it to be felt without sadness, my all-consuming mask of insecurities and depression. Swaddled by fear and bound emotions, no soap could wash away the feeling of his fingers, and no minty fresh breath could erase the taste of his tongue. Bath water stained by crimson confusion, and surrounded by a chaos that nobody knew -- Neglect, Abuse, and Trauma became my mentors, outlining the path made by other people's decisions. Walking barefoot down that gravel road, feet marred by broken glass and memories that left bloody footprints playing Follow the Leader with open blisters and fractured dreams. When rain came, it burned as acid on my skin cleansing my broken body from within, leaving scars that were never wanted carved into the question of 'why?' Why was my mind left hanging on a noose of unspoken words and forgotten apologies -- an executed entity that never really mattered. Your sister never mattered. Your assumed granddaughter never mattered. Your child never mattered. I never mattered. With no voice, there was no sound; no indication of my own feelings until one day when my feet stopped walking and the invisible tears had carved such a well-worn path down the surface of my cheeks and left craters around my feet when they finally hit the ground, and my voice came rushing back with a scream of such agony and confusion that the ensuing earthquake knocked loose a hidden personality full of pain and rainbow colors that only wanted to make people feel; washed clean by tears that turned into rain. © 2015 beautifulbladeAuthor's Note
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Added on December 2, 2015 Last Updated on December 2, 2015 AuthorbeautifulbladeMNAboutMy name is Mariah Lichty. I'm 20 years old and have been writing for around six years. more..Writing
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