Man;
Is it me that's here to do this all over again, to resist the temptation & abuse my power and rage? To slowly drain your will to live on!
When did I let it get this way?
Woman:
Is it me that's here to do it all over again, to be incoherent to my soul, locking my self in chains? Never being the strength to let go and walk away!
How did I let it get this way?
Man & woman:
For we did not start out this way! We cry at night looking for comforting arms from loved ones, peed our beds, living to just play and laugh. As a baby is when you just knew motivation with love, this got lost somewhere along the way as we were growing up or did we get a false start.
How did we let it get this way?
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a mixture of my childhood and my own experience in divorce and relationships.
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Comments3
A sad read which must have been painful to write Dan -- questions asked that have no one answer as troubles come by the score to some - yet the piece shows so clearly the results of childhood abuse. Thanks my friend for sharing such hurtful memories.
Thank you so much for seeing and feel my emotions that wanted to write this.
It was painful but healing at the same time, with you comment it has helped these wounds and hope that it may help someone else too.
A sad read, probably difficult to write. The childhood stuff was not your fault. Glad you are healing through this process. Good luck to you and your healing heart!
With all this help and amazing forces behind me, I'm sure I'll soon to be better than new!
this is a timeless piece of writing ~
men and women have always had fears and needs that made us feel vulnerable /made us try to appear stronger than we felt; made us defensive / insensitive...
and having hormones doesn't help!
but denial,
that's the worst self-defence
in fact it makes zero sense
as it prevents change...
then again, worrying about how much (/ how little) time we have can make us deranged!
there's just not enough love
to go around
to keep everybody safe
and each mind sound...
keep doling out that love!
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