My Rights

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Poem by: Marilyn Whyte

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Status: Finished | Genre: Poetry | House: Booksie Classic

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I wrote this a few years ago when struggling with some major life changes and the fear that created for me. Suffering with depression, I often couldn't explain outwardly how I was feeling, so
written words became my escape as they have so often through my life. Although nobody read them, I wasn't that brave, it helped me write them and gain some control over the emotions by doing so.

Submitted: February 28, 2018

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I have a right to my feelings, they create the who and what in me.

At any one time I can be grown woman or small child.

I am scared, fearful, unsure, lonely, frightened and weak.

I am brave, confident, beautiful, laughing, excited and strong.

My feelings cause me great sorrow.

My feelings give me great joy.

They take me to the heights of passion.

They drag me to the depths of despair.

I shout my feelings aloud, so proud.

I hide my feelings, bury them deep.

I can feel one emotion, display another.

I am smiling outside, crying within; an understanding exterior, anger at source.

I try so hard to be what others would have me be;

To adapt, change, suppress and hide the true essence.

But the strength is draining; I am tired.

And so, now the barriers and pretence crumble and fall.

Confused?

Hey…….So am I.

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Damp Kitten

Comment | 27 words

Wed, February 28th, 2018 10:26am

So you’re over on this side as well!
I like your piece. It takes energy to please others. When all we search for is unconditional love...

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Comment | 81 words

Sat, March 3rd, 2018 1:41am

You found me! Yes I am. This is my 'daytime' persona. The more 'subtle' side of my writing. ;-)

So very lovely of you to read and comment here too, thank you. You're so right. I've spent many years trying to please others, until it broke me completely. 4 years ago I stopped, and learned I only had to please myself. Now everything I do is my own choice, and I'm finally content in my own skin. It's a wonderful feeling. X