Layers of darkness like overhead the hanging, depressing sky
Falling down with the horrid weight of the past
Falling forever like the rain washes away the nasty lies,
I stare at my reflection 'Where has that young girl gone that was always last? '
'In the race for friends, men, jobs and success dismembered so fast, '
The constant conflict of trying to find ME, in a sea of cruelty sailing with a broken mast,
The storm lasted for years of horrible remarks,
Like swimming in a sea of vicious sharks,
Their teeth sharp sinking deep into my young flesh,
Leaving permanent marks,
As in my scarred eyes I wait for an attack,
Nerves shattered from the knives going so deep into my back,
I'm now back in the race again with the past to trace,
To find that lost girl and revive her to go the pace,
To heal her wounds,
To look in the mirror and find peace in my face,
Time passes as hauntings of my journey surface,
Surface to a new dawn of believing and achieving,
The dream of maybe I have talent,
Being signed and sent,
To my humble abode far away from the maddening crowd, they have lost their voice,
As my beloved and I now drive a Rolls Royce
Of belief,
That cannot be stolen by any devious theif!
Now drive a Rolls Royce of belief, That can not be stolen by any devious thief! Amazing flight of imagination with an equally amazing style of conceptualization. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Bullying is one of the worst form of torture so use it as an inspiration tool to hit back and get rid of the hurt. name them and shame them is my motto and there is no better way then putting it down on paper, then look at it and you find it will help you to face the world a lot better. take it from one who being there and return to tell the tail. good work.
You paint a very dark scene in the early stanzas Hazel and then the picture grows more colourful...and ends in rays of sunshine. The only way is up from here on. An excellent inspiring piece of poetry......penned from the soul! !
I now drive a Rolls Royce Of belief, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Ha! ! ! This is one of those lines that after reading them, they must be read again and SAVORED - - -every last bit of triumph and joy and freedom is here in this passionate declaration of independence. I hope that you not only have a loving relationship with a new man but, more importantly, a loving relationship with yourself! ! ! Well-written, my friend, well-written.
This is a poem of regained hope, a poem of refreshment from the dark shadows of the past, that many of us, of sensitive emotional nature, had to go through. The last stanza has a liberating kinetic force that gives wings to the poem. Absolutely great!
Move ahead dear, , , , ain't no hater better at all..great write up sweet heart!
Now that you are leaving your past behind and proceeding forward with new hopes and unassailable optimism. may your drive be smooth and your road clear and straight! I feel happy for you..... A beautiful write, Hazel!
The same girl never lost to somewhere you cant trace, she hides in you...because you are the house for her from traumatizing years, dark eras, the place that she rejoice happiness...and you are the same skin that helped her to survive from challenging life...she is nowhere but hiding in your body, never leave you alone because she trust you most in this world. You are the eyes for her to see, to hear what is surrounding talking about, and to speak behalf of her...more than that you have wise mind to guide her to the best, the softest heart to calm her when she afraid...so Hazel, please comfort her and keep her safe, the little girl is nowhere but in you since she and you were born...Now you are more than just a flower physically, you are the beauty of it..do you understand...When You and little girl are combined as one, you are the adorable roses :) Never Far away but too close as you both share the same heartbeats, same life to live..even crowd says wrong to both of you...you always have each other to stay strong :) Take care...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good luck I hope things work out for you.