The sun will rise on me

Lily_


I feel like the walls are closing in on me
and nothing feels real anymore

 

you can't take back the choices you make
I hope you feel that weight
I struggled through your wreckage
now I carry new baggage

 

Why can't you see what you've done to me?
why can't anyone see me?

 

I get in bed and cover my eyes
shadow figures on the ceiling
I didn't even notice it was morning

 

No one talks about the aftermath
No one talks about the trauma
or the panic or the..

 

numb

 

Strong they call me
like it will un-break the broken
or give hope to the hopeless

 

But when I'm falling in the silence
and the darkness feels timeless
I have to remind myself

'Find your feet
Catch your balance
You've come too far to give it up'
even though I feel like giving up

 

Im so full of questions
that will forever fall unanswered
Sometimes the night feels endless
But as lost as the light seems

The sun will rise


 

  • Author: Silk (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 4th, 2021 01:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'm finally coming to terms with the extent of my abuse. The path to healing means tending to your wounds, not ignoring them.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Caring dove

    Sad but well expressed . Trauma is a difficult thing ... I know , because I’ve been through a lot

    • Lily_

      It’s not done yet! But just felt like posting the draft. 😁

      • Caring dove

        Ok . Could you maybe take a look at a few of my poems ?

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Reflective Write, Silk.

      • Olivia.

        Powerful x

      • dusk arising

        Hello Silk. Poetry is a great way of expressing angst and deep emotional stuff. Here we are a mixed bag of accomplished poets and recovering souls finding release in our outpourings and the outpourings of others.
        For me, I feel that, in poetry, we are never alone. Through our own suffering we can reach out a soothing thought and touch another's soul.

      • Jayasree

        I felt so sad reading it. Hope you are getting over whatever happened to you. God bless.



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