Until I did

lonelyraccoon

I never thought that I have been through hell

Until I got out and turned around

Broken bottles scattered around the floor

Hidden feelings

Crude humor to conceal the pain, the hate, the anger

 

I never knew I survived life without them

Until I turned around

 

I never believed I survived myself

Until I turned around

 

I never saw myself this ahead

Until I saw the view from the mountains I climbed

 

I never envisioned myself at peace

Until I closed my eyes and no tears came out

 

I never thought I could

Until I did

 

.t.b.

 

  • Author: tb (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2020 22:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is very close to my heart, written in a time that was important to celebrate my personal victories. This poem is on a canvas in my room, and I'd like to share it. So I chose it to be my first poem back after a hiatus. In the time I was gone I re-evaluated what my poetry is and what it says, then what I would want it to say instead. The era of heartbreak, stuck the past but feeling lost has ended, and now is my era of self-love and what I aspire my future to be. This poem was not exactly written in a day considering the journey I took to get to it. I had to turn around, look back, to write this. I suppose that means I am looking right ahead now, what a pleasant change.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Goldfinch60

    We should always look ahead in our lives, the passed has given us the experience to be where we are today.

    Andy

  • dusk arising

    This is an excellent piece of poetry. It displays what I have taken to heart, that poetry it's self is like a therapy. You can write yourself out of a bad place and it looks like you've done just that and in this piece you briefly look back along your path.
    I'm an old man now and have seen a lot of changes, coincidentally today I post something i wrote about a low period in my early life.

    What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.



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