Poem -
Speaking Out Loud
Sitting here thinking about the past,
Seeing that little girl sat by your side
She was me
You cannot hide,
Im not afraid anymore like i was during that time,,
You stole my childhood and destroyed my life
Why did you do that i was not your wife,
The little girl that you brought down,
Now it's my turn to speak out loud.
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Comments
This line is truly chilling; the simplicity and starkness encapsulates the whole poem and the horrific events behind the words.
Making art/poetry out of terrible experiences won't turn time back or even make the wounds heal any faster; but sometimes, all we can do is make something beautiful and important from something ugly. And there's nothing more important than 'speaking out loud' in such circumstances.
Welcome to Cosmofunnel.
J ;)
I think, as a survivor and writer too that it makes us the writers we are. My way of dealing with emotion is to put pen to paper and make my words rhyme, as I see you do too.
I believe our past has put the emotion into our words, and when people read our poems, they feel that emotion.
I've related to most of yours, can imagine mine will do the same for you
Keep up the good work