Behind the Farce

Bibbeck

Immobile violence wells deep within me

Voices scream out the silent "Amen".

Mother hold out your hand

Be near me and understand

Woman in a child's world

Trying hard not to be a little girl.

Look at her laugh

Watch her cry

Then she smiles

And waves the world "good-bye!"

Chocolate guns

And candy soldiers

Reality isn't as sweet.

Christmas cards

And lights on the tree

Pretty paper decorations

 

Behind the farce somewhere....

.... Is me!

  • Author: Bibbeck (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2017 14:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: On the edge (again) through the pains of my growing-up and discovering myself.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • swingline

    The connection between mother and daughter is an unbreakable bond no matter what the circumstances of reality .
    My sister died of breast cancer in 2005 and every year on the anniversary of her birthday mom always says ,"It's Beverly's birthday today " as if she was still alive .
    Should utube the song ,'Dancing on our graves' by the Cave Singers .

  • WriteBeLight

    I can relate to this poem. Great job. Reality is not sweet. It is very real and can be so full of bitterness. Try to focus on the sweet, as there is some there as well. Great poem.

    • Bibbeck

      Thx WBL. This was all about the angst of teenager into adulthood ("woman in a child's world") & needing the support & guidance from my Mum (which I didn't get). I felt the pressure of trying to be grown-up, but still a 'little girl' & with the rest of my 'troubles' at the time I teetered 'on the edge'. Thankfully I had some GREAT friends (people like you) who always gave me a reason to be here - and my love of life, despite it not being sweet. 😊 Thanks again!

      • WriteBeLight

        Very lovely comment Bibbeck. Thank you and my wish is that you continue writing and to find such happiness!



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