A Poem by beautifulblade

In a rough spot with memories. This is what came of it when I calmed down enough to write.

Sometimes I forget how to smile, 
stuck for some time between 
relapse and recovery and frozen 
in a moment from years left behind.

The pain doesn't end. It doesn't let up 
and it doesn't let go, even though I know
it's all over. 

At least, I thought it was. 
I thought my body was mine, 
to be shared with one I love, 
but once again it was stolen 
and the pain became too much. 

I sat for hours, numb and unclear,
not knowing what was next, 
not understanding my fear. 
I don't really know what I did 
to deserve this, but 
re-victimization I know isn't 
that unheard of. 

I guess life's just not fair, 
it don't play favorites or share, 
except when the line between 
life and living gets blurred. 

So that's where I sit, 
stuck somewhere in the middle
unable to move or scream. 
But this mask I wear works wonders, 
I can move along unseen, 
my pain unknown and 
my struggle my own 
as I travel from one breath 
to the next, pretending 
to be free.

Why is it that this world doesn't make sense anymore?
What was once considered safe is now a writhing
pit of snakes and my mind is too loud to be heard.

When a little girl cries at the hand of a monster, 
that little girl dies for years to come. 

When a small child fears 
what lies behind a bedroom door,
memories and hate create weapons of suicide. 

And when the bogeyman lives inside
the eyes of every stranger, 
innocence is stolen by ones 
you thought you knew. 

© 2016 beautifulblade

Author's Note

This is pretty personal. Please be nice.

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I love this poem. :)

Why wouldn't I be nice to you? This is amazing and intriguing.

Yes it is painful but at least you got it out there.

You didn't have anyone to protect you, but people let the wrong kind of people in. I'm supposed to be the one giving advice to everyone, and protecting everyone I can. Yet with lack of emotional bonds I can not help everyone I can.

I am empathetic and I do not rely on cheap parlor tricks. I am different and unique but I can reveal many things with my ability.

But you, darling, are a treasure. Darn anyone who ever treats you wrong. I cannot change the past but I could help anyone with my abilities should they ask it.

You're an angel who has a broken wing. I am so sorry about what you've lived through.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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