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CRAZY
the voices echo in my head
the touch repulses my body
the smell lingers heavy in the air
the sight of you still paralyzes me with fear
the world is such a cruel place
full of lies and deceit
full of takers and, not near enough giver
full of everlasting pain
yes life dealt me a shitty hand
but I played the cards I was dealt
I made my way through
stumbling only to get back on my feet...and be stronger
as I grow stronger I hear their whispers about me
"shes lost her mind"
"she doesnt think before she speaks"
"can you believe she said that"......"what is she on"
CRAZY.......perhaps
if CRAZY means no longer willing to accept the lies
if CRAZY means no longer being afraid of the dark
if CRAZY means knowing once and for all I was NOT to blame
CRAZY......perhaps
I however believe I have been set free
for once in my life I can feel the wind beneath my wings
I know I am going to fly.......I will soar
sounds of peace, replace the echos's of yesterday
no longer do I fear your touch
and the smells that surround me are OH so sweet
CRAZY.....maybe........but I think NOT!
Jo-anne A tear-in-the-eye poem for me. Yes, I too have a friend that was abused as a kid, and she still wear her pain like a crimson cloak. This poem was also written for a little girl that crept into my heart - how can a five year old tell about her pain... A very emotional poem out of the pen of a gifted poet. Regards Donkerman
POWERFUL!! You so perfectly describe a thing that shouldn't be. The pain, the fear, the very life within a child. None of this should ever happen. I too, have experienced this grief (not for myself) but for my darling little daughter. At the age of ten she was molested by my husband, her stepfather. It was all so wrong, I never even knew, until it was too late! But she like you, was very strong and she survived. I will forever hate myself for being so blind.
Jo-anne, Again you have made the reader FEEL the pain and hearaches for these poor little children. I can't stand thinking of them suffering. You and I need to get together and talk. Very wonderful writing. Linda
JoAnne, I could relate to the feelings in this piece very well. The loudest message to any child being abused in any form- TELL SOMEONE! RIGHT AWAY, TELL an adult that you trust. The biggest injustice to children of abuse of any kind, is that they grow up believing that they were at fault. I wish that I could sit down with every single one of them, hold them, let their tears flow, and tell them over and over again that it wasn't their fault. each time you allow yourself to freely express the truth, JoAnne, you are empowering yourself! Keep feeling it- and writing it! Onward! Each of them will face their Maker one day and justice will be served for all!
The world does make us all crazy. We see the hurt and the bad, without taking notice to the good. But, when you find your way, what you like, it does make the journey better. The poem conjures up for me all the victories when I was told I cant do something because of some stupid reason. Thank You for reminding me about the way to go.
This is a poem that I can relate to. I have great education and it ticks me off that I have to work in retail to servive because there are just no jobs in my city. This alone makes me crazy. This poem is filled with so much truth, I really enjoyed reading this. Carson Edward George Smith
So wonderfully written! I feel crazy sometimes but I know I'm not! Hell, it's the rest of the world that's nuts not me. LOL Thanks for sharing this poem.