I woke up Dead again- A memorys closet poem

A MEMORYS CLOSET POEM

I woke up dead ,,again

Well;

I woke up dead again this morning,wondering why? Where does all this pain come from? and why am I still alive? You see it is not that I wish I were dead, or anything of the kind. It is just that I am in a lot of pain, and not sure why. The childhood memories come and go but he seems sure to stay. Maybe if I just bleed it out I would be O.K. I hate my parents for letting things happen, but I was a good parent despite my pain. Sometimes even though bad things happen we turn out to be good people anyway. I still suffer, I still feel pain, but I am so glad to say, "I woke up dead again this morning" I am still here to live another day.

NANCYMCCORMACK

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Bad memories can choke the beauty of life from us. Years ago after brothers committed suicide. I held a 30-30. Lucky I had good friends who wouldn't let me die. I learn to leave the bad things behind. Can't forgive but we must forget. A powerful poem. It open the door to a large and long conversation. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[NANCY MCCORMACK]

So sorry for the loss to you and yours. I do not write of the abuse/bad memories to keep them alive I write of them more for awareness, I believe these things need to be talked about.I couldnt talk of these things as a child and I can now. I am not the only one that was hurt many were and now this person is allowed to be free to hurt others by living very close to those he harmed when they were children. Also parent to child abuse is something I feel just as comfortable writing about as I do writing about pretty flowers :) and thank you again for reading.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree you should. I write about suicide. It teaches me to be kinder and not forget. We never know the last time we will see someone.

[NANCY MCCORMACK]

awareness is a good thing