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What do I owe you, my past?
For the scars that I wear on my skin,
For the memories that will always last,
For the pain that's buried deep within.
What do I owe you, my childhood?
For the trauma that I still endure,
For the fear that once felt so good,
For the innocence that was impure.
What do I owe you, my sorrow?
For the tears that still stain my cheeks,
For the wounds that will never be hollow,
For the nights when I couldn't speak.
What do I owe you, my pain?
For the memories that haunt me so,
For the fear that I'll never be sane,
For the things that no one should know.
What do I owe you, my scars?
For the reminders that won't go away,
For the times when I saw stars,
For the nights when I couldn't pray.
What do I owe you, my trauma?
For the way you've changed who I am,
For the way you've stolen my karma,
For the life that I'll never cram.
What do I owe you, my self?
For the way you've fought through the dark,
For the way you've stood up to hell,
For the way you've left your mark.
What do I owe you, my future?
For the hope that still burns bright,
For the way you'll be my suture,
For the way you'll make it right.
What do I owe you, my all?
For the person that I've become,
For the way I'll stand tall,
For the way I'll overcome.
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Author:
Zunaira Uzair (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2023 08:34
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Great first write! You don't owe anybody anything! But I liked the flow of this poem, really good...christina
Thank you so much! means a lot!
Hello, this is a great piece of work. I'm not sure but I feel it might have been written through a lot of pain, maybe not, either way it's really good.
Thank you so much! yes it was based on personal childhood experience :)))
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