For many days, I oh was so alone
No where to turn, scared to the bone
I sat in my room, my addiction my answer
Yet all it did was act like a cancer
Eating away, at all that was me
For ever in this dark, I would never be free
Day by day , more and more of me was lost,
Winter kept on coming, covering me in frost
It started off as a warm spring night
Little did I know so much cold was in sight.
In what felt like hours, but maybe just minutes
My very soul pushed to its limits
My clothes stripped, my dignity too
That night I thought, I wouldn’t see it through
I lay there after, for what seemed like hours
Imagining on my grave , what type of flowers
This my story, I told too late
and by that time addiction seemed my fate.
Winter felt like it would last forever
Never would I see my happily ever after
I still feel lost but I’ve now got some light
Please please realise it’s not just your fight
Open up and don’t be afraid
Come in to the light and out of shade
It won’t be easy I can promise that
But what of you they took, is not all you’re about!
You’re here today, maybe not standing tall
But today can be the day you less and less fall
Start your life and begin
And think of times to remember when
A time when the sun shone ever so bright
A time when you weren’t alone to face the fight
Draw strength from the fear and use it for power
And move away from your darkest hour
As spring begins you start to thaw
Your days become less about fighting this war
Your life is your own, not those little shites
Your life is your story, your publishing rights
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mrbleasdale (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just over 3 years ago I was assaulted. I am currently raiseing awareness for malesurvivor and this is one of the poems I wrote.
- Category: Reflection
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'Please please realise it’s not just your fight
Open up and don’t be afraid
Come in to the light and out of shade
It won’t be easy I can promise that
But what of you they took, is not all you’re about!'..
this reads as a message of empathetic comradery, surpassing boundaries of identity politics' - antics, of segregation between suffering's supposed tiers of relevance...
instead, aiming to create awareness of a universal plight and most importantly: offering raw words of sculpted fingers, stretching-out as a lifeline beacon for those lost, to bleak reality of that darkness they keep stifled, deep within..
I'm humbled to read your truth dear poet, thanks for choosing to share
I second the comments made above by L.B.Mek wholeheartedly.
I had a very bad experience when, straight after my marriage broke down, I took up with a passionate but extremely violent beautiful woman. I was left scarred mentally (by both her and my marriage break-down) when i eventually I broke free. That continued for years.
But I'm a poet. I wrote it out of my system. Poetry can do that. I encourage you to do the same. Poetry is great self therapy and saves a fortune in shrink bills.
Keep writing because this piece is very well written and readable.
Thank you for your comment. I recently started writing poetry and I was never into English much but I discovered this and I agree it’s so therapeutic. I’m sorry to hear about your relationship I too have suffered that fate. Your strength is in your positive words to me x
I agree with both the above comments, mrbleasdale. I was lucky and never had to go through any of the hardships both you and d a had to endure. Even though we 'writers' have to have a lot of imagination and maybe are a bit like actors in having to be able to step into a character, your pain is hard to even imagine. I love the line 'Draw strength from the fear and use it for power'.
Your poem is very well written. Kudos
Thanks a lot. Poetry is something so new and to have comment like this from talented people like yourselves I am grateful. We all experience so many different things, that we react so differently to, something so small to me can be so significant to you.
Such very good comments which I agree with and believe in poetry so much for helping us through bad times, my wife suffered from dementia for many years and without poetry I may not have coped and then when she passed away poetry has brought me back from the brink into the wonderful world that is there for us all.
Andy
I’m so sorry to hear about your wife, I can not imagine what that was like. I feel poetry allows us to express out feeling and emotions directly or even indirectly without speaking one word
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