"Poetry can be therapy, so shut the door and get comfortable, we've been through a lot since our last visit. Glad to see you brought coffee. Just a reminder, I know this is expensive, but like life there are no guarantees. I do expect to stir some thoughts you can gain from. So now, where shall we begin to make sense of this mess?"
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# 59 - Highest rank in Poetry!
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There are many styles of writing and many subjects covered here, you are bound to find something you like, so please keep reading, and thank you for it. Although you may not call all of it poetry, none take overly long to read.
We've had some fun, interesting talks in the comments too, feel free to join in!
Time has afforded me opportunities to reexamine many opinions and events with the clarity of hindsight and cool head of distance, but emotional memory is like a wine, good and bad clarify with time.
My poetry will cover many themes that we all can relate to, like pain, grief, adolescence, humor, and philosophy, as well as specific events, such as parenting and divorce from child and adult perspectives.
Warning: I try to keep it PG 13, but there may be some fleeting references to sex, desire, addictions, suicide prevention, adult situations, etc.
Some characters have fowl language, but most poems are free of it. I will try to warn You of anything that is approaching the limits of PG 13.
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I hope to stir the coffee and cream of your thoughts in ways we can gain from, so please, feel free to CRITIQUE, COMMENT, and CONVERSE, just be respectful. EDITING AND SPELLING SUGGESTIONS ARE WELCOME.
I have no intention of offending anyone, but I voice my opinion. Please take it as only that.
[BWWM]
I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart.
My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss.
The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place.
In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded.
I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me.
I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living.
I had hit rock bottom.
The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone.
Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness.
She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline.
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● Warnings ⚠️
~ Mention of suicide
~ Anxiety attacks
~ Rape attempt
~ Mention of self-harm
~ Depression