Willful Release
In this tiny room
the darkness I hide.
In this tiny box
the pain I’ve sealed inside.
Through those little spaces
the memory seeps through.
Through my tired eyes
comes anger I once knew.
In this loathesome moment
my will has given way.
In my lonesome weakness
the dark invades my day.
Through this fated battle
I sway in my decision.
Through these waking hours
I’m filled with self derision.
In one sweeping breath
I breathe in all the hate.
To miss one single whisper
would leave me with this fate.
Through tremendous effort
embracing my disdain;
Within my aching bosom
I hold and love this pain.
In this moment forward
this hurt is part of me.
In this tiny room
my darkness you can see.
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AUTHORThank you Ellen. We all have our rooms; for some of us this is the only way out.
I feel the same way - very well written. So open, you allow us in to feel it, what an honor. Thank you Up n Beautiful!
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I'm so honored by your compliment. We all have our darkness and I'm glad there was somethinng there for you as well Deborah.
In this tiny room My darkness you can see.. I can feel.. the darkness you have expessed it so well and I can feel it.
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You are too kind. It makes me feel wonderful that you derived some pleasure Annie.
Yes, over and over...yes! Try to block it out and it sneaks its way through, fight it and it comsumes you, own it and it frees you. Yes.
"Through tremendous effort
embracing my disdain;
Within my aching bosom
I hold and love this pain."
So beautifully expressed. Thank you for sharing this deeply felt poem, I read and relate. Voting and sharing.
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