A Poem- I remember I have a name

Moments that hurt to own

When you see the world
When you see the world | Source
through rocks and stones.
through rocks and stones. | Source
You often feel lost, so you send a prayer up above. Hoping God hears you and shows you the way. You know that there is more to life than living this way.
You often feel lost, so you send a prayer up above. Hoping God hears you and shows you the way. You know that there is more to life than living this way. | Source
The simple elegance of what no one really knows.  Makes each moment special- Special moments that hurt to own.
The simple elegance of what no one really knows. Makes each moment special- Special moments that hurt to own. | Source
You show you are strong and you leave an impression, Never giving in- Never showing expressions.
You show you are strong and you leave an impression, Never giving in- Never showing expressions. | Source

I can't let go of the hurt inside

You ask me why,

Why do I cry?

Why can’t I let go of the pain and hurt inside.


I do not answer,

But I know what I need to say,

I wait for you to leave before I can remember my name.


You do understand,

You just don’t care,

And my life has escaped me in these past years.


If I couldn’t see demons in the darkness,

I wonder if I would have still seen you,

Stripping away my dreams stealing my virtue.


Hollow screaming winds,

Remind me of a past,

And every single memory gone that I never knew would never last.


Simple sound within the silence,

Nothing should have been this way,

Stinging burning plans of forgiveness,

Lead me to the belief I may not be insane.


I pray god has my back,

And that I know right from wrong.

I realize within the gray,

Is nowhere I should know as my home?


Uniquely imperfect.

I am not the right type,

To be counted as someone who matters,

I begin to give up the fight.


I never dreamed of this,

When I was a child.

What is the point of trying to hold on?

After I let go of the denial.


I feel the grip of control,

Tied tightly around my neck.

I can’t say the words to ask for help,

A problem I already regret.


Never not my fault,

I must be insane.

I wait until I am alone,

To remind myself I still have a name.


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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Sadness....frustration....complete loss of self-worth and identity.....this is indeed, a painful poem and beautifully written. Well done Holly! I'm not sure who I would be talking to if I had written this, other than myself. I was the one keeping my identity down...I was the one oppressing the good in me.


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James-wolve 4 years ago from Morocco

Beautiful,amazing,sad..I voted up!

Sometimes people lose dignity when they try to be nice and easygoing,but some people interpret that as a weakness point in personality and try to use it for their benefits .


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H.C Porter 4 years ago from Lone Star State Author

bill- you are indeed correct about each feeling you have mentioned... sometimes what we know is no more easily accepted as what we do not know. Perhaps we are all trying to come out from under either ourselves or another? I know I will get there...


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H.C Porter 4 years ago from Lone Star State Author

James-wolve, thank you for your comment. I hate the perceptions of weakness in this day and age. People seem to view emotion- compassion- empathy as weakness, when I don't see it that way at all. I view these things as strength and better understanding about life and the world.


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James-wolve 4 years ago from Morocco

Very true,I agree ..it s kind of strength and power.


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Cagsil 4 years ago from USA or America

Hey Holly, as long as we remain friends, your name will always be remembered, and even most likely if we're no longer friends, your poetry would still cause me to remember who you are. You have a lot of passion for life and compassion for people that can only be dismissed by an idiot or an egotistical jackass. You're a great lady who has a deep understanding in verse. Don't lose it. :) Voted up and Beautiful! :)


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writer20 4 years ago from Southern Nevada

Wonderful sad poem you wrote so well. I hope you are feeling better having written this out.

Voted up and beautiful, Joyce.


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

Great verse. It can't be about you. If it is I am confused.

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