What Used To Be Mine

What Used To Be Mine

A Poem by Pam Nyburg
"

This poem was written in 2005 in the midst of my divorce, and it was inspired by a nightmare. My children were living with my ex-husband and his girlfriend (now his wife).

"

The rain comes down

Soaking my hair

Running down my face

Mingling with the tears

The cold goes unnoticed

I can’t feel the wind

Driving the rain into my skin

Like shards of glass

Digging at my flesh

Flesh that is numb

For what could compare

To the pain in my heart

The storm surrounds me

As it always does

But the source of my pain

Lies beyond the glass beneath my clawing fingers

Beyond the window pressed against my forehead

Cruelly revealing

Their laughter

Their happiness

Love shining in young eyes

Eyes that used to look into mine

Tiny embraces and sticky sweet kisses

Given to another

A child’s mind so easily forgets

In absence

My fists pound the glass

It taunts me

Unbroken

Unbreakable

Keeping me from them

The rain cannot drown out the sounds

Of them calling her mother

And the fight left in me dies

I sink to my knees in defeat

Heart shattered

Yet I remain

On the outside looking in

On what used to be mine

© 2012 Pam Nyburg


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Featured Review

Very Powerful, mother fighting the love of her childrn , facing changes that will follow her for all her life ..... I am sure that your children will never forget you , you are not replaceable .... I love that Poem .... it hit me so deep inside , you , didnt left me a place to run away from your pain .. you wanted me to touch it , to learn how deep painful scared you were ...... and the glass , that you could not break ..... I can still see you , trying .... xxx

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




Reviews

Very Powerful, mother fighting the love of her childrn , facing changes that will follow her for all her life ..... I am sure that your children will never forget you , you are not replaceable .... I love that Poem .... it hit me so deep inside , you , didnt left me a place to run away from your pain .. you wanted me to touch it , to learn how deep painful scared you were ...... and the glass , that you could not break ..... I can still see you , trying .... xxx

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well that's horribly sad. You did a great job. :)
-Aud

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

194 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on May 11, 2012
Last Updated on May 13, 2012
Tags: children, pain, grief, loss, nightmare

Author

Pam Nyburg
Pam Nyburg

OR



About
I am a 34 year old married mother of four. I've been writing stories and poetry since I was a teenager and I'm always trying to improve my craft. If you like my work, please rate and comment. Encou.. more..

Writing