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Sights from the inside of my caged heart

Poetry By: Joshalynn
Memoir


Personal poetry all about me; see if my soul is clean
maybe you'll be the one to see the true me


Submitted:Sep 14, 2011    Reads: 15    Comments: 10    Likes: 3   


My father was not a gentle man,

when he was angered I was the one that fell under heavy hand.

I live under strict discipline,

my soul did waver but never did i bend.

When I sat alone and trapped,

my mind wandered free,

I saw my body as an empty shell.

My eyes did move and my mouth did speak,

but never was I there.

I fled to a place only I could be.

A place of moderate happiness,

and the creatures filled my fantasies.

When he saw my glimmer of a smile,

he tried to warp me until a that was left was suicidal bile.

I was worthless,

I was used,

I was what he refused.

To hang myself,

to slit my wrists,

to fall from my window from a second story height,

all I did think.

I was to cowardly to try.

I hid my pain,

I hid my sorrow.

I could only hope someone would miss me on the morrow.

After a while the beating hurt less,

after a whilemy heart I confessed.

But I was refused,

by the one I had come to.

My hope was shattered,

my peace was gone.

My world shook to pieces,

but I made sure I was gone.

Not in body,

but yes in mind.

I escaped my cage!

If only for a time.

I denied myself the peace of death,

I refused to draw my last breath.

So for it now I still stand,

not as empty as I had planned.

I am strong,

and never again will i let myself fall under a man's heavy hand.

My scars I show as trophies of war.

To prove I did live through what was wrong.





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