Wiped the tears of my eyes.
Hugged me all through the night.
Finally I felt better than nice,
until he was gone too, I was left in fright.
Somehow I survived, it's been a year,
still afraid of love, I know it'll never last.
Hoping not to meet it again, I live in fear.
Scared by my future, scarred by my past.
~~Poet's Note~~
Surviving something is usually easier than overcoming it. The one in the poem prefers to run, from their life, their thoughts, problems, everything.
I don’t blame them though. Maybe someday, sometime, somewhere they can love again. But for now they want to run, and I'll let them run through the woods as a free wolf.
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Before The Light
PoetryPain... I'm pretty sure no one likes to talk about that. Compared to those who have been abused or those who are facing racism, sexism or such, my pain is absolutely nothing. But it does hurt. Poetry is an outlet for my feelings. Paper does have mo...
