torn but not forgotten

dusk arising

 

 

and where have you been
(i have been hiding)
whereabouts
(hiding deep inside myself)
why were you hiding
(so they don't see)
what is it you
dont want them to see
(i don't want them
to see the real me)
why not
(because it is better.
if i show my real self then
i will have to show
the pain i carry
and they will see my pain)
why do you want
to hide your pain from people
(because when i hide it
i can begin to live without it
but in the times
they see my pain
then i too see it
and it hurts inside me
my pains become refreshed
and it's harder to hide anew)
do you see pain in others
(i do not look beyond
the face before me)
do you think others
are concealing
their pain from you
(yes but just like you
they don't want to
let me see their pain either
because you know
it will tear at your face)


   (Do you want to see my torn face?....
......Really?)   

  • Author: dusk arising (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 23rd, 2021 03:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: originally posted in Jan 2020 repeated here for yule where so many troubled folk are overlooked
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  • Caring dove

    An expressive writing )so sad , when we feel we have to hide ourselves from others , and our pain too .. I guess it’s some sort of way to try and protect ourselves , maybe .

    To be honest with you , sometimes I really want to talk to others about how I feel … but honestly I feel some people won’t want to listen or hear it .. and that they think I’m being too negative , also I don’t want to upset others by talking about my upset . Sometimes my mum asks me how I am and I don’t talk enough about how I feel , because I feel it may upset her and she’s already upset . But yeah , I honestly feel some people just wouldn’t want to listen anyway , so what’s the point ?

    On the other hand , I don’t want to talk too much about how I feel incase I make myself more upset .

    I guess theirs a balance isn’t there …

    • dusk arising

      Yes theres a balance and you are the arbiter of that. Indeed what you describe is the same as in the poem, you dont feel the time is right to reveal to someone your innermost feelings. Anyway, I'm pleased you found some truth in this piece.

    • woundedheart

      We are all but actors upon a stage but must we always stick to the script can't we ad lib and say what we truly need to say express ourselves without fear of the critics bad response to our needs and words . Lovely penning my friend. ✌

      • dusk arising

        Some will always see our words as a performance and from a critics point of view. Many troubled folk become aware of this on the wrong side of it and become reticent about revealing their inner self. On the other hand, poetry helps us reveal troubled depths as can be seen demonstrated by the brave poets on this very site. Thank you woundedheart.

      • Rozina

        Yes. Sometimes because we fear we may be judged unfavourably. Sometimes because once we get started so much more will spill out than we meant to say. You have put this together so well.

        • dusk arising

          Yes indeed there are many reasons why folk keep up a berrier..... poetry can be a great release though, but we are not all poetically confident or able or even ready to reveal. It does take courage but is immensely rewarding.

        • L. B. Mek

          so many people, think
          because they know more
          or that what they do, is deemed right
          they no longer, need
          to worry about consideration and kindness
          they think
          being frustrated, at the world
          justifies their obstinate rudeness..
          'but you see, without empathy
          for All
          we're all, just faceless
          counted as part of humanity
          but devoid, of our individuality'
          Please, please: we must choose
          to give each other
          an opportunity
          to find a better path, in life
          and that begins, by realising
          we're all, All
          of us
          as broken as each other
          its just, our brokenness
          doesn't show-up
          on those judgemental x-ray's
          most of the time...
          (a great write Dusk
          I think your conversational style
          is a poetic choice that only adds
          to point out the commonality
          of the problematic topics
          your write highlights;
          thanks for sharing
          and inspiring my little scribbled reply)

          • dusk arising

            Thank you LBM. You're right, there are so many aspects of this subject i didn't touch apon. But dragging it centre stage for others to 'feel' starts a ball rolling. Laughinmg at your comment 'my scribbled reply' - rather a well considered reply sir!

          • Michael Edwards

            My immediate response: yes I do want to see your pain so I can console you, share your pain and show you that you are not alone - that's what true friends are there for. Glad you reposted.

            • dusk arising

              Well a great deal of poetry is the exposure of inner angst and get us as a community befriending each other. Somehow a lot easier to let the guard down when it's done online even though it's not possible to make that reassuring physical touch jesture.

            • Neville



              well worthy of a re-post mate ... might I suggest an annual airing ........... N

              • dusk arising

                With your background i suspect this is an area with which you are very familiar and could show us all how light can begin to shine through mists and shadows of the psyche.

              • Goldfinch60

                Very emotive words d a and so true for many in this world.

                Andy

                • dusk arising

                  Yep, over the few years i have known mps those words ring true.



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