Years upon years
Of being told
I am worthless.
Years upon years
Of crying out
Hoping they lie.
Years upon years
Of feeling words
That cut me.
Years upon years
Of healing wounds
Then hurting deeper.
After
Years upon years
Of wanting help
Comfort reaches me.
But after
Years upon years
Of accepting grief
It's stuck inside.
Years upon years
Of recreating my
Own personal truth
Has rendered good
In me as
Lies.
A deep, well written piece, which I hope isn't based on too much personal experience. The repetitious line 'years upon years' drives home the point well.
a very nice and different poem i liked the repetitive rhetorical usage of time instrument to add dimension nice liked
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hopefully years after years will soon be a thing of the past and a caterpillar will turn into a beautiful butterfly as you are. Yes grief can build up to heights unknown but they also can be happy days again. A very inspiring write coming from a youthful person as yourself.