This poem is the process of working through the pain of a traumatic childhood. |
Working through the pain. I close my eyes and I am there I am in a place I consider to be rare I close my eyes and I can smile Smile because I'm in a place where pain isn't the trend in style I close my eyes and I pause in time Forgetting this comfort could be gone at the drop of a dime And with that thought that place is gone I remember that in his plan I'm just a pawn A pawn to his eternal cravings Causing my life to unravel like my pencil shavings My tears and blood mix with sorrow Holding on to the thought of a better tomorrow Trying to keep my dreams of a new life afloat But the memories hold me in like a heavy winters coat I try to move in the right direction Attempting to make positive connections Some days are good but many are bad Leaving me to feel lonely and sad I try to move on but wonder where to go How do I recover from this recurring low The physical pain has come to an end But to believe that is all just pretend The emotional pain is just as physical as the act And the pain reliever is never exact All I can do is hold onto my dreams And hope life won't always be as painful as it seems Until that day I will close my eyes and smile Hoping all this work is going to be worth while |