I want to be transparent and share that I’ve been struggling lately. My recent poems have been quite dark, which is a reflection of my current state. This Saturday marks the anniversary of my biological mother’s passing, who was truly an angel. However, it also brings up memories of my past that I’ve been trying to move on from. As a result, I will take a break from posting for a few days to focus on my mental health.
In our childhood home, once so dear,
A tale unfolds, filled with fear,
A hushed narrative, a pain untold,
In silence, our young hearts would fold.
In a house where love once tried to reside,
Our innocence forever tainted, denied,
We endured a relentless, brutal storm,
Where warmth and safety could never form.
A father’s rage, a mother’s tears,
The echoes of those tormenting years,
Our world was filled with endless dread,
As we cowered beneath the nightmarish spread.
No refuge from the relentless night,
Where fear concealed every trace of light,
We were prisoners within those walls,
Silent victims of tormenting calls.
Invisible scars etched deep inside,
Our spirits crushed, our hope denied,
Through the darkness, we’d often roam,
In search of solace, a safer home.
But the pain persists, a haunting ache,
A legacy we cannot forsake,
For in our hearts, those memories cling,
A chilling testament to what we’ve seen.
Though our journey was dark and grim,
We’ll face our past, though it feels like sin,
To heal the wounds, we’ll find a way,
And reclaim our lives from that dismal fray.
In unity, we’ll break the chains,
Unshackle our hearts from haunting pains,
For our story’s not just darkness and strife,
But our will to survive, to find the light.