There's a story
there
you can see the
depth
the sorrow
the yesterdays
too painful
to talk about
just behind
her eyes
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Tormented fingers
race
across the keyboard
Release sought
from unrelenting
thoughts
Agonizing assault
ignored
Pain denied
Cascade of words
flow
from tormented digits
Satiated deliverance
once more
achieved
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*An older post but even more relevant today.
THIS A REBLOG from Words Of An Average White Male’s blog. Please enjoy this brilliant piece of work and spend some time on David’s blog! You’ll be glad that you did!
At some point we learn to limit the pain we allow. Since no one forces us to feel, we must choose what and how to suffer. Brilliantly we will, whether we like it or not, allow a chosen few behind our walls and beyond. In a way, aren’t we our own vault? Much less private […]
Limits On Pain. And Suffering — Words Of An Average White Male
Pushing away caused many. Need to isolate, resulted in several. Loss of love, self inflicted. Fissures widen never quite closing. Scars of my own making. Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson Image by Kevin McIver from Pixabay
Don’t be afraid if things come undone. Don’t be afraid if things seem like complete destruction. There is no growth without some pain. Keep growing! ❤
Tormented fingers race across the keyboard Release sought from unrelenting thoughts Agonizing assault ignored Pain denied Cascade of words flow from tormented digits Satiated deliverance once more achieved Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson
They say that tears come from the heart. I beg to differ. You see, there was a place inside me where I held you close. But through the years, that place became as hollow as your soul. Instead of compassion, you showed indifference. You turned a blind eye. Your own twisted cravings became the priority in your life. I was left in the dust. This is where my tears came from; the dust in your wake.
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Guarded
Wrapped in chains
created by bouts
of betrayal
Walls built high
and higher still
Overlooking a valley
of deluded dreams
and forgotten covenant
Sweat
Beads along brow
Never ending battle
Fear born of deception
Exhaustion from defense
Defense from pain
Pain from defense
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*We work so hard at guarding ourselves against pain that we cause more pain in the process. True, it doesn’t get in, but what else are we keeping out?
Never again.
I let you in
Like a fool.
I forgot the taste
Of your poison.
I drank it down.
My heart in the line
Of fire.
At this distance
I thought, safe.
Not so.
My heart should
Listen to my head.
You’re assaults still hurt.
Never again.
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Hope brushed away the cobwebs.
The demons emerging, once more pushed back.
The spiral stopped; my feet on the ground.
I move forward with tentative steps; the light caressing my cheek.
The sun a blessing; awakening from the gloom that had my heart encased.
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