I remember when I was young,
And nothing injured my mind.
But now in my mind it clung,
The darkness engulfing the rest of my happiness,
Making me blind.
My injury, so overpowering,
Yet invisible to to those who don't want to notice.
It loomed over me, towering,
Yet I refused to let it win,
And so I fought.
The darkness ebbed away from me,
Finding my inner power.
I desperately longed for someone to help,
And it felt like a million hours
Before someone finally noticed.
He wrapped me in a warm embrace,
Something I forgot I knew,
And when I finally let go,
I felt like I was new.
The darkness had left me alone that day.
He never left me after that,
And happy was I that he stayed,
For I had never known before,
That I was worth something,
Not something to be displayed.
And so I urge you,
After all you've been through,
That you're worth more than what you've made,
And remember this, I beg of you,
The price of your sins has already been paid.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From The Highschooler
PoetryJust some poems that I wrote, some are things that mean something to me, others are just things I did for school. NOTE: This cover was a picture I found online, I do not claim it as my own, I just added a title to it.
