I still remember the first time it took a hit
It was the start of this unstoppable lyric
Laying in a strangers bed, wishing I was home instead.
The heart would beat so hard, falling into the pit of the stomach.
Curling backup into a foetus, as tears run from hidden secrets
Each breath fastens then slams to a stop, there's no way of ever catching up.
Movements of the lungs are supplying memories, without this there is nothing to see.
A fight is within us, with no support on its way
A heart to be broken can do more than any words can say
But if we survive it, nothing will ever stand in its way
It will learn to love, live and shine through the pain
I know this because I stand here now!.
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by a writer yesterday and although hers was full of love, while reading it my mind flashed my past. I was 14 when I left home so this is mixed with that feeling. With another note to add that although these words feel raw, my vibration is still happy and hard core!
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Ohh all ya needs to do to cheer up is jump in that car again a few times, as in the clip the other day. I'm gonna try that ya know. I will probably make a blunder of it. heehee.
I'm happy to say that it was just written out and for the first time I can say this vibration didn't stay with me.
Today is a beautiful day and I'll leap through that window with a hip hop horary!
We must both remember, as you say, to ensure the window is open first! lol.
They do find it funny when it's not and I look like snot...
Writing it through means our mind can accept and move on as yours is doing dear Dan - - - may all your tomorrows be tear-free and happy now this is outed .
Yes, although I feel my tears well never end just never over any pain.
Time has finally made all the mends, now only the song that reminds!
I guess our pain teaches us a lot. Knowing a pain that is a cold shudder within us and ever ready to slap us down. An innocent comment in a conversation can rip into us, wanting to run, hide, but cant, not socially acceptable, brave face, false face... then later, alone with fear, humiliation, and shame, self hate, disgust.
See it in another, understand, encourage.
A negative becomes a positive. Suffering put to good use.
Absolutely love it my friend, all things work to teach. Good or bad negative or positive all is the once you dance a couple of cycles 😉
Your words show how far you have now come in your life, the misery is behind you and you are going towards the light of your life. Well done.
Yes it felt good to write this without drawing into the emotional memory. Thank you for being a light house of your own!
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