fearful, abandoned, lost, alone
yesterday’s feelings still echo loudly
down the halls of my memory
emotions affixed to a point in time
so long ago
and yet
so recent
the fear is gone
replaced by anger and wrath
fury’s fire forever flaming forward
no longer abandoned
reclaimed by self
the adult shell
that covers the hiding place of the child
still lost, though no longer hopeless
I’ve learned to plot my course
on a day-by-day
sometimes step-by-step
basis
and now surrounded
by so many peers
no longer alone
yet the loneliness is greater now
than ever before
and most likely
less than it will be
tomorrow
no longer speechless
or lost in situations for which no words
can exist
for such a young heart
I now have a voice
and I speak out the past
each word a driven nail
piercing the root
of old shadows
the greatest change being age
the irresistible force that molds me
twists and tears
until by appearance
I more resemble the perpetrator
than the victim
and yet it is change
and though I may weep
as I claw through the rubble
and the ashes
of my youth
not quite a phoenix
I do arise
and
I
will
continue
This gives me inspiration for my own piece. Do you mind if I link to your piece when I write it?
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I’m honored. Please feel free.
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Thank you! It’s posted. I hope you enjoy. And if it wasn’t obvious by my wish to link to it, I think this one is fantastic. Thanks for sharing.
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[…] (Inspired by a poem by Marcus: https://survivorroad.wordpress.com/2016/09/07/defiance/comment-page-1/#comment-1834) […]
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Very inspirational. Great write.
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Thank you!
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Yes! Oh, yes!
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Excellent, Marcus!
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Thanks, my friend. And thank you for the reblog, on a piece like this it means a lot.
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🙂
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Reblogged this on Art by Rob Goldstein and commented:
We survive and continue
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You have really captured the emotional backlash of abuse
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Thanks, though it saddens a little to know yet another person understands and can see/feel the turmoil in the words. There are times I almost wish no one else “got it” …
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Know what you mean…take care.
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I salute your courage in speaking out to such as I urge you to continually do so. Truly a nice poem that it made me exclaim: WoW!
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Thanks.
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