where did she go?
the woman who was so fearless and brave?
who roamed the streets at night, searching for adventure
a mix of fear and excitement coarsing through her veins
wherever she went
she would inspire others with her mentality
fearing nothing and no one, bravery and courage was her mindset
beautiful in mind and soul
but where is she now?
she is lost in the cold, shivering with loneliness
it didn't matter that she was a brave woman
fearless and careless in nature
what mattered was that she was a woman
and just that. a woman
it didn't matter that she was fearless and brave
because everyone always assumed she would be okay on her own
she reaped courage from concrete
blossomed roses from brittle stone
found happiness from the darkest of nights
and helped those in need
but yet...
she was just a woman.
and where did she go?
she walks alone, weakened in sadness and despair
hiding it, though no one really cares
her footsteps are heavy, fortified with bleak, gruesome memories
so that she forever remembers
that a brave woman will not be remembered as a brave soul
just a woman
I feel like this poem doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but in a way it made me feel slightly better about my situation. I am currently in a questionable relationship, and healing from trauma that occurred last August and continued through November. My significant other validates my emotions, but then sometimes doesn't. He frequently makes me question myself, and whether or not my most basic emotions are truly valid. He's...manipulative and cruel. I want to leave, but I can't bring myself to do it. But I feel like it's the right choice.
And he often uses the phrase "It's because you're a woman, you react to emotionally to things." He says it jokingly, but then sometimes uses that phrase in fights.
I feel weakened and brittle in a situation like this. I haven't told anyone, except for family and a close friend. I want to just leave and never return. I don't want this person to be the father of my child. He always neglects me in my time of need. And I no longer want a relationship like this. It feels so cold and bleak here...I just want a place to feel safe to talk about my emotions without feeling suppressed. I hate feeling suppressed.
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PoetryLooking inwards on yourself can be hard. It can be hard to acknowledge the ugliest truths or flaws. At the same time, it can also be hard to look at yourself in a positive way, sometimes. This book is my own reflection of my overall perspective on...
