Freshly cut battle scars merely sharpen her numb
Any comfort once sought couldn't spare her a crumb
Puncturing for release skin drawn tight as a drum
Closing all roads that lead to her heart
A statistic they say suffering from self abuse
Not that she'd ever use such a flimsy excuse
Many moons have now passed since her demons let loose
Ripped up any road circling her heart
Innocence taken from her when still very young
As the winds of change howled and the pendulum swung
Got her first taste of blood biting down on her tongue
Shredding every string tied to her heart
Chilling loneliness haunting a bottomless soul
Suffocating attempts at regaining control
Her mind wanders down old memory lane for a stroll
Ever further away from her heart
She's a fighter and stands proud at last in a place
Where her undeserved shame finally runs out of space
I'll be first off the mark in the ultimate race
For a chance to get close to her heart
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peto (
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I loved the rhyme scheme that is unusual but growing more common. The message was touching and the meter was good. Nicely done my friend a fave
Much appreciated soren
Thank you
You are very welcome Peto
A powerful write. Your poem centers on self-harm, psychological struggles, and the impact of past abuse. You highlight the protagonist's fight against her demons and the journey toward reclaiming her identity and emotional health.
Thank you friendship
Truly appreciate your time
You're so welcome, my friend.
Hi peto,
There's a lot to unpack in this piece and it's expertly crafted by the way. Childhood abuse can certainly ruin a person. I hope the narrator finds a way to her heart.
Top notch poetry - Syd 🍄
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