I've been asked about this poem a lot. While I was once told I had a Dissociative Disorder, this poem's describing how I personally identify with things. I feel like there's two parts of me that are just too different to be the same. I don't see myself as two different people, I only have 1 name, and I look the same every time I look in a mirror. I was describing what my mind identifies with. The trauma affected part of me relates more with the scars, tattoos, and all negative emotion which seems to energize me in that state. Many of my tattoos are reflecting mental health concepts and symbols. I'm a good person. I often try to write in ways I'm speaking up for the people that nobody listens to, trying to help end suffering. The more I read about Eastern culture, Buddhist monks, and spirituality from authors like Eckhart Tolle, I wonder if what I'm actually describing is the difference between mind and consciousness. My mind has been corrupted, but my consciousness cannot be.
My son is in an abusive relationship. He always makes excuses for his partner's behavior. My son says that he made him mad. He said he was sorry. He says he won't do it again. It's a broken record. It's always the same thing. And although my son knows that I grew up in an abusive household and I tell him that his partner won't change, my son refuses to leave him. I'm heartbroken. I don't know what to do. I fear for my son's life.
The poetry reminded me the harsh truth of my life. I experimented with it in my life. I told everything of my life to my wife. She cried and accepted me. It seemed nothing but a lie.
This poem communicated a lot. Credit to the writer. You really portrayed talent.
I love this poem, mostly because it describes how I feel for the man that lives literally across the Caribbean sea from me. I'm in Georgia, in the USA. Meanwhile, he's in Trinidad, and I care so much for him. I hope he still feels the same once we meet. He's planned to come here this time next year.
He was a friend. I didn't know the exact moment I fell in love. It wasn't supposed to happen, but we grew close. He knew me and he got to know my deepest secrets. He made me so happy, so happy that I can't really find words to describe. But then he found love and happiness with someone else. Someone who is not me. It's been more than 6 months. I try to move on, but sometimes I remember him and break down in tears. I want him to be happy, but why can't it be with me?
WOW! I am lost for words reading this...it's been 3 years (last week) since I lost my brother but feels like 3 hours and sometimes 10 years. I've never heard of this website before, but thank you for sharing your story. It felt like my own story... my own heartbreak as a sister surviving life without her brother.
Me too! Although we weren't religious people, my Mamma often sang this to me.
My mom just yelled at me for lying about not doing my chores. I do the smallest things and she yells at me. But when my sister does those same things, she gets nothing. What do I do? I'm the youngest of my family, and my sister has always been the smart one, the pretty one, the one who always does everything right. But here I am just trudging along, trying not to make many mistakes and follow my sister's shadow. I am nothing like her, so how do I fill her big shoes? I lied a small lie to my mom. Now she says she does not trust me. My sister has done the same thing and has gotten nothing for it. Mom just said don't do it again. But I'm stuck again in the rut of being the bad child. I have the hardest spot. People say I'm spoiled, but I'm only spoiled my relatives but not my immediate family. It's kinda hard to not know what you're doing and get yelled at for every single mistake you make.
I absolutely loved this! Short but sweet, this poem has so much meaning and beauty behind it. I am just so touched by this poem, and I can only imagine how much meaning it must have for you and your family.
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