Solitude... for my Mother..

I wrote this one when I was 17... and it really does explain how I felt...

Trust....
Why should I?
Trust and Love...
Why should I, there's no reason to.
Despair, heartache, grief, sorrow
4 little words
The words of reality
Shunned from every doorstep....
Why shouldn't I be?
Trust...
Why should I?

 

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Explanations

(another poem for my mother)

 

Wiping away shedded tears
Loved ones who don't understand
A wanted freedom from the past possesses my actions
A familiar figure in a doorway sends eternal fear rushing through me
Frightened, backed into a corner, all inner insanities prevail
There is sanctuary around the corner
I embrace it
It embraces back
"I cannot explain my thought out actions from there. I needed an escape."
"Escape from what," you asked.
"Escape from life," I replied
Tear drops steadily falling
"Try to understand I plead."
"I cannot understand what you have not explained," you protest.
"All you need to understand is that I love you, and I will return."
I walk away.