Elysian: A Collection of Poems

Elysian: A Collection of Poems

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Falling in love is indeed one thing. But to find "yourself" in love is something. Funny how before I never thought I'd discover more about life in spite, but then I met my "Snowflake," and everything made sense after. With this, I invite you to read and discover healing, among other things I've learned thus far, as I found myself falling in love once more, beyond what I felt before. A/N: 1. The poems written here are in the English and Filipino language. 2. Disclaimer: Poems written in this book are all works of fiction unless otherwise indicated. All names, characters, places, events, and incidents in this book were created using the author's imagination; any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. 3. Another Disclaimer: I do not own the picture I used for my cover page; it's rightfully owned by its respective author(s), for I just found it for free on Piktochart and freely edited it on Canva. 4. Now, sit back, relax, and please enjoy the poems written in this book. 😉
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[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. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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