A walk down those familiar hallways,
I can feel my heart pull,
Memories flood faster that i can push them away,
No one would want to remember them,
so I suppose it is better to forget,
The details are vague, hard to remember now,
Only a numb feeling floods me as I recall them,
Those wretched instances I pray to forget,
Tough love they called it, to keep me going,
Well most would call it an incapacity to love,
Or even an inability to understand love,
As the case maybe, it was still a lonely dark time,
With few to show kindness and love,
I rejoice to say that i survived,
But not unscathed,
For the memories are long lasting,
They never leave, haunting you till you cant sleep,
Only leaving an inhibiting numbness,
Making sure to leave you unable to enjoy life,
Tiring you of those very many socially acceptable mannerisms,
Simply boring you of everything,
Worst part of it all is that I am pretty much the same,
In thought, word, behaviour and action,
But i wont make the same mistakes,
I will not destroy those to follow me,
I will not cripple them,
They wont be damaged and fearful like me,
Where will they find the motherly love they so dearly need,
From someone like me,
Yet again there would be tough love heaped upon them,
Which is no love at all, not even partially,
It is but a pathetic excuse for one's inability,
Inability to show patience , compassion and to forgive,
It is but the inability to comprehend or even try,
To understand the feelings of others,
An indifference to the challenges they face,
To become such a person is my worst fear.....
This is not a very huge sacrifice,
For my experience with people has taught me,
Skills of how to cope with loneliness,
But this is something i must do,
If I am to protect them, if i am to shield them,
A real tragedy it may seem...the lonely life i will live because of this,
But I have been alone all this time,
And I have survived in body
Though heart and soul are not without damage,
So t'is not some great thing,
And I shall do it, if only to spare them,
From undue harm,
From life damaging pain,
From soul stirring grief,
This is my promise, my gift.....
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
