As I sit here quietlyA Poem by Shivan ReaperAs I sit here quietly, Alone with my thoughts, Not another person in sight, Free to think on my past.
Much of it I would not claim, If I were given the choice, For though it has made me who I am, Much pain it has brought to me as well.
Those around me I know I have, Hurt with my words and actions, And I can only hope in the end, That they can choose to forgive.
But what has lead me to this point, Are the wounds I have done to myself, Instead of letting things air and heal, They were buried deep and left to fester.
Eventually they became too great, Added together they became more then I could bear, And I found no longer could I pretend not to care, My mask was shattered, and with it my mind.
Now as I struggle to put things back together, I know I can not live as I did before, I must let the part of me I’ve kept hidden, Out into the light to be free.
This risk I have decided to take, Though easy I know it won’t be, For as I do it there will be those, Who will try to shame and ridicule me.
For too long I have lived a lie, Hiding the good in me behind, A wall of sarcasm and wit, To hide my vulnerabilities.
To do this I fear I must lean, On my family and friends once again, For their aid and succor in my time of need, To make myself worthy of their care.
© 2012 Shivan Reaper |
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Added on August 14, 2012 Last Updated on August 14, 2012 Author
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