What Was Mine.

ft.mysafeplace

Mine, 

My body,

My thoughts,

My laugh and smile,

All of it,

Mine,

 

My voice and dignity,

Innocence and faith,

Was mine.

 

it was not his to take,

yet the feeling 

of his hands 

on my body

in places i didn't want,

 

he took what was mine

in a way worse

than imaginable 

i did wake up,

but it wasn't a dream. 

 

it was a nightmare that 

my world became 

day and night,

no matter how hard i tried,

he took what wasn't his.

 

he stole my voice.

 

Fuck You 

 

  • Author: ft.mysafeplace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2022 19:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: -S
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  • L. B. Mek

    we can but hope, time rewards your resolve
    and a new root of self-belief
    will be planted from your cruel experience
    and thus, phoenix
    new buds of reinforced volition
    to insure, when Next
    the world hears your words
    Loud n Proud
    forget ears, the mountains themselves
    will heed your Voice!
    (forgive me, dear poet
    if my attempt at encouraging positivity
    comes across as toxic or hollow,
    sadly
    these words were all I hide to offer
    so that I don't just simply read and flick past
    the Bravery I laud in your work)



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