This poem is so relatable. I grew up with a drug addict father who abused my mom. Now that I have gotten older and I understand what addiction is, all it does is break my heart. I always put on sort of a mask. I wear makeup and a fake smile...until I get home. After I get home that's when the Darkness creeps in. All the built up feelings and emotions just let out, especially at night time. I honestly, as a 13 year old girl, will say that anyone who can relate to this is so, so, so strong and beautiful on the inside and out. Most people say that teens my age can't be depressed, that they don't know what depression is, but I can assure you that depression in kids my age is REAL. But I love this poem. Keep up with the amazing work. Sorry to anyone who can relate to this.
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I loved this poem deeply. It reminded me of my crush and of the first day of English class where I met her. For six months I constantly watched her beautiful eyes in the class. Now it has been two years, and I don't even know where she lives and don't have any picture of her. I only have the picture I drew one year ago to give her on her birthday, but she never came. Never. And now it's all I have for forever. Sometimes I look back and then look at the drawing kept in my sketchbook and think, "So much of me will always love her."
Lisa, thank you. When I wrote my words, I was lost. In putting the words and memories together, it gave me strength to remember the good times together and hope to be with my sister again sometime in the future. Thank you for reaching out to me, and I hope it brought you comfort and fond memories of your deep connection to your sister Vicki.
Thank you for your kind words. I hope this poem will express the importance of a father's role.
I lost my soulmate 2 1/2 years ago. Your poem is word for word about how I felt as first. Then I was feeling some old feelings that I had felt before, and before I knew it, I was falling for him. Well, you know the rest. You put my feelings and words down on paper. Thank you!
I love your poem about you missing your sister! It was very beautiful, a great tribute in her memory. I also lost a sister in 2014 to ovarian cancer. She loved the beach here in Oregon! We spent a lot of time walking the coastline, collecting sea shells and enjoying the beautiful sunsets! I was brought back to these days through your poem! I want to thank you for this poem because many heartfelt memories came back to me! Keep writing and touching others with this gift of yours!
Lisa in Oregon...in Memory of my older sister, Vicki.
Thank you so much for the response. It is amazing what doing the work to acknowledge and heal our inner child can do for us. For me it has also allowed grace to be extended to those who knew no better. I knew I wasn't alone either! I'm glad you found this poem!
Great to hear from you. Good luck with your retirement!
Thank you so much for your comment on my poem. It means alot to me that others who have gone on their own similar, difficult journeys can resonate with it and draw strength from it to know that we can overcome and win our battles. The journey isn't always easy, but we can get there. That was such an important message for me to share. Wishing you all the best!
I agree with you. I believe it's reassuring to many that there's hope for a child's fear to end as an adult, that our fears can end for we're now grown enough to care for ourselves the way we always deserved. Those of us who have a scared little one inside that may have felt they weren't good enough for a parent’s love. That nothing we ever did as a child was good enough yet we smiled and kept trying as the fear, loneliness and overwhelming sadness kept growing inside. Living a lie, pretending the pain inside wasn't tearing us to shreds, doing whatever it took just to manage the pain inflicted. Now we're able to take care of that terrified little one inside who was so very hurt and keep them safe. We never have to feel like that again because we can take care of the child inside the way they always deserved to be. There is hope. Always. Thank you for your poem. For knowing I am not alone, for the hope and the inspiration it brings.
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