When you are far
My mind eases
And my imagination
Unfreezes
I am free to roam
Beyond our broken home
Free to touch and taste and feel
Inside my mind, but something real
When you are gone
There is a peace in my bones
And my adrenaline no longer surges
I can delve quietly into known unknowns
I am free to be
Not the vision you make of me
Free to rest and race and twiddle my toes
Inside my body my bone woman unfroze
When you leave me
I feel at one
There are no despised parts of me
You break until undone
Free to breathe
And just believe
Liberated from your twisted mind
My edginess evaporates and my true self I find
When you are no more
I will regret
That I could never be
The mould you broke to set
Free from your angry eyes
Free from all that you despise
Free from the guilt you made me feel
Free to break poor judgment’s sacred deal
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Wow... I felt such pain and power at the same time. Thank you for this heartfelt write, I slowly wipe the tears from my eyes.
I really wasn’t sure about posting this at all.
It felt a little too raw and perhaps lacking in beauty.
The beauty was in what we can survive, as those haunting memories came back but I no longer feel under attack.
I’m sorry it caused you a haunting memory, but do glad you connected with the survivor inside of you ⭐️
Please don't be sorry, you did not cause them and all has been slowly forgiven. The survivor is in the one who has written, for me to see mine must of been in your reflection.
Surviving?
Maybe.
No one, whoever they might be has the right to make another feel this way... it happens tho of course, and well done to you for both acknowledging the fact and drawing our attention to it so adeptly .... Nevile
I was uncertain about posting this, there is a certain uneasiness of drawing attention.
To what?
Becomes the question?
I'm sure most people that read this will be grateful to you....
Thanks Neville
I’m never sure about people at all, what they will like, or want etc. I guess that is half of the message.
It’s about solitude.
Agree wholeheartedly with Neville's comment on the total injustice to those who bear heavy loads of abuse. Hoping this is not from experience dear Sylvia but if so hats off to you for describing such undeserved guilt and the feelings of freedom when left alone. Thank you dear lady for sharing this write on a powerful subject.
I’m not sure what my intentions were when this one surfaced today.
It was just born from a feeling.
Thanks for your kind words.
I enjoyed it. Leave me to my peace. Thanks for sharing.
I suppose that was exactly the feeling I was trying to convey. Thank you
What a powerful write, these types of poems are important to us and need writing and need to be seen by others to understand the hurt and despair that can be within us.
Thank you for sharing your words and thoughts Sylvia.
Thanks Goldfinch, some words are easy to write, hard to share.
Circumstances makes one a prisoner of unimaginable situations, and unless one experiences likewise, it is difficult to comprehend the sadistic hold you so composed.
Take flight, your true self, and find a way to be earnestly free.
Thank you
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