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"A Piece Of Life's Puzzle,That's Made Me...Me." Always unfinished.. I've finally started To hold on tight To a non-poisonous,filler A love Unshakable faith And a place I like to call A "forever"... home.. It's an elusive dream With glue like substance.. A dreamed contentment.. To a long held magical wish So long unfulfilled.. Because "There IS No place like home" A real "forever" home.. No matter how much magic It ended up to be.. It has to fill this abyss within me Leaving the hole filled Instead of more of Just an empty... Those old Yet,constant feelings That finally made me Psychically then physically ill Trapped in a battle to the death Only uphill.. Never getting Such needed fulfillment In even the tiniest of ways.. Leaving me no contentment No joy Dreams I'd cry out in In my unsleep To God.. To make him Stop Touching me Stripping me down Whether clothed Or unclothed Butt Naked, always naked.. Until i was painfully filled Leaving me A now more empty Shell of a body.. I thought I'd finally gone Until Instead A hole That had just gotten bigger.. Gaping Bleeding Loudly crying out To anything Anyone.. If not God Would a tooth fairy Or big bird listen? But I cried too loudly And so again With so much hope Until hope Was again gone.. And so again I was (re)moved Would my suffering end? Would I ever be allowed A home again? But as my eyes cleared Of a hope that had blinded me Once again? So of course Moved to another "Non"home.. No matter how hard I begged or prayed It was to always leave me I was taught to cry silently.. The only action that remained Was the lonliness without a refrain.. And not without A cracking, Blackening Broken heart Always in pain.. With loss Of ever forgetting What was branded Within my brain.. At the time An insurmountable pain.. Before And (En) during The next on-coming touch That made me wish Instead of hope That I was dead.. Since first memory Replayed In my little lost head.. Year after year Feeling that there was no chance to heal.... Although Everyday now Feels like a gift that I wake living With hints all the more Of a brand new beginning.... Where I can face myself In any mirror.. Welcoming myself Finally home.. Welcome now, child. You belong Here.. This, a long unwritten poem That only now Dances in the dark With finally a "forever" home Now and always added In the unending.. With a start Of the beginning.. Copyright2017surrealdancingpoet Vote for this poem
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