Unforgettable Wound

This is the story of how my heart was wounded, often casually receiving new fresh wounds, mostly through her words. Nonetheless, I am strong. I strive to understand her, as my stepfather always said.

Once soaring with the wind's gentle grace,

Granting breezy moments in a boundless embrace.

Yet with the years, my flight now restrained,

No longer free, as the wind's whispers waned.

What once defined me, now a distant memory,

A burden within, concealed and heavy.

Your hurtful words, like arrows, struck deep,

A lasting trauma, in my heart, does seep.

Oh, mother, your treatment, a painful display,

For years, I bore the scars, scared and led astray.

Yet, on this journey, I've found a different way,

A path of healing, where strength and resilience stay.

I may try to wear a mask, appear okay,

Yet the wounds of past and present lay,

Unforgotten, they linger, day by day,

A silent ache that won't easily sway.

Forgive me, for harboring hatred's brew,

I strive to blame myself, not cast anger on you.

In this moment, a firm decision is met,

To depart, create a life with a mindset reset.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

You have struggled through years yet created a finely laid but heart-breaking poem with a finish full pf hopeful happiness. Best of happiness and future, dear poet.

You went from,

'What once defined me, now a distant memory,
A burden within, concealed and heavy.
Your hurtful words, like arrows, struck deep,
A lasting trauma, in my heart, does seep.'

to -

'In this moment, a firm decision is met,
To depart, create a life with a mindset reset.'

That is courage whether fact or fiction.. thought or being. Kudos.

[Pastel.Jae1251]

Thank you so much for liking my poem, I'll definitely update one day once I finally get out of the environment I am in.