Poem -
Tinted glass walls
I knew there was more
I knew it deep down inside
But I was locked away
And every night I cried
I cut my hair
Dressed like a man
Said I couldn't write anymore
But boy I could write
Though it all stayed inside
Out of sight
Behind those tinted glass walls
I'd count my scars
Mark each day with a new one
Never really knowing why
I did what I did
Behind those walls
Those tinted glass walls
One day I punched a hole
And pried my way out
Tears in my eyes
For the world was so bright
Beyond those tinted glass walls
I stayed in the light
As the sun washed away my scars
There was somewhere for me to go
I was going far.
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Hey corky . A great write . Love the lines as I stayed in the light and the sun washed away my scars . Cheers to youÂ
thank you :)
Hey Corky!!...........this is tough..........sounds like you have experience with "cutters"...........tough problem to handle mentally...........I had a friend who used to "Mark Days" that way.........her marked days were about ongoing torture...........hope this was fictional and not personally experienced.........but........regardless..........there is a lovely "otherworldliness" in those closing lines..........like death was a welcome release..........or perhaps a comforting healing was discovered........either way, this is VERY important subject matter...........and you delivered a kick ass write my friend............hope I didn't totally misinterpret this piece................great picture accompanying.............Hugz!!...........T xoxo
thanks and thank you for sharing
Nice one the beautiful sun in the morning after the dark night of sorrow.
I feel youx
After a long night can be the Sun, but it can also come an even more long and dark night, that should not be panicking or his composure, the attitude of the psyche is essential for successfully tackling this leap that supposed death over time.
A great writing, greetings and welcome to Cosmo.