A Story of Breaking Free (Narrative Poetry)

I started here on hubpages after feeling like a failure at freelance. I wrote for different clients and distinct websites. Although I, at no time, received a bad review, I never moved up in order to make a living from it.

One day, I happened upon this site, and I saw that it had all unlike types of genres. It seemed like a good place to start fresh, but I didn't want to write the same-old thing. I was bored. So, I joined the creative writing genre; more specifically, the poetry part of that. I had maybe written one poem in my whole life, and I was uncertain, but determined to see how this all would play out for me.

It's been a few years now, and I wrote this poem quite a while back. Hubpages alerted me that it needed an update in order to be featured again. So, I then opened this page and discovered the hard truth of my own reality. I was bad at this. I wasn't terrible, but I was not so good.

I am certainly glad Hubpages takes the time to remove our hubs from featured spots. It helps us come back and realize our mistakes and make them better. I love that they help us grow this way.

I hope you like the upgraded version of this poem. It certainly was long, but I decided to keep it that way. Apparently, I was telling a story through poetry. By the way, I think I've gotten a little better. (winks)

Bring me to a place

of ease, where I don’t

think of you and feel

diseased.

You left me wounded

in a cold dark cave. I

huddled up, so decayed.

However, I have finally

inched my way to see

the light getting brighter,

the breeze setting me free.

No more a victim to your

slaughter. My mind found

the truth. My body is better.

I can no longer be your

whore to degrade. I loved

you; I trusted you. I am not

a slave.

Whatever happened to

you along the way; I shouldn’t

have suffered in your place.

I was present to ease your

pain. Nevertheless, you made

me to take the blame.

You failed to remember

my unconditional love.

Instead, you shut your

eyes, and turned from

us.

I truly fought hard to

make you see that you

were still you, and I was

still me.

I feel so lost without

you some days. I just

pray soon it will pass

this phase.

For one cannot love

a lost soul who refuses

to step back to life and

out of illusion.

Overcast eyes that are

under a spell.

Someday I hope to

find you again.

Maybe happy and

smiling without burden

or sin. Until then, I wish

you the best...

but for now I lay

us to rest...