I would like to thank one of my best friends who has been there with me through all my sunshine and storms. I was having a terrible day and he helped me write this.
The pain from the past can creep up on you like a cat in the night leaving a scar that no one can see.
Mentally breaking us down over the years without even yourself noticing til it's too late leaving such a hunger that no amount of love and caring can fill.
The pain blinding you to the truth of the future eating away at the soul like a virus leaving us dead inside with nothing left but an empty shell.
The pain from the past can rob you of your hope and joy filling the future with misery and sorrow.
It can drive away a bright future clouding us with visions of fear of being hurt.
Weighing us down like a ball and chain the addiction of pain drowns us with the sea of sorrow us in a comatose state blinding us from a new perspective.
Pain being cold and ruthless isolates us in a desert of sorrow; feeling dry and never ending leaving us thirsty for relief pushing us to the edge and mocks us to give up.
No matter how lost, dead inside, or hopeless you feel; just remember in every dark tunnel to shift your gaze and fuel your fierce heart and push on to the light at the end of the tunnel.
Wow. Love this one. The pain of the past has a way of doing this. Some of us never see the light at the end of the tunnel until we are guided to it with the help of another. Great poem...:)
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you bud! Its there keep going. xo Winter
11 Years Ago
Thank you. I have no choice but to keep going lol.
This is a piece that truly speaks to me. It's like I live every one of these stanzas through the course of a day. A seamlessly perfect collaboration...I can tell it really came from a place that can only be shared. I love this one.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you so much for reading. I am happy it touched you dear. xo Winter
I very much enjoyed this winter! Thank you for sharing, I can very much relate, as I am a sensitive person and have a habit of holding onto grudges, pain and hurt even if, in the end, it is not best for me. Because I don't want to risk letting it go and trusting again. It was quite an eyeopening poem, of my "addiction". Thank you for sending me a read request, I'm very glad I took the time to read. (YOu can ask all of my friends- usually I respond quite ill to read requests and other's writing in general, you should take this as quite high praise ^ ^)
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you Red, and I am very honored that you read my piece :). I guess that is the one thing about .. read moreThank you Red, and I am very honored that you read my piece :). I guess that is the one thing about being addicted to pain. Some of us are so used to it that we enjoy the feeling. I really don't know why we would, because lets face it: pain sucks. Maybe it's not the feeling of pain that we like, but maybe the attention we get from it or maybe there is even some type of perk we get from pain. Guess it varies depending on the type of pain. xo Winter
It's not particularly that I like pain- it's that I'm afraid of what will happen if I let it go. "On.. read moreIt's not particularly that I like pain- it's that I'm afraid of what will happen if I let it go. "One must learn from past mistakes and pain" etc etc.
11 Years Ago
ah yeah I get what you mean. I am the same way. We all hold it for different reasons.
11 Years Ago
I struggle with the same thing. A lot of my praying involves profanities. That is why I don't call m.. read moreI struggle with the same thing. A lot of my praying involves profanities. That is why I don't call myself a Christian anymore.
You have written here a sad but beautiful craft. This will be more effective if you'll make the stanzas more visible like these 3-liners (only a suggestion):
The pain from the past can creep up on you
like a cat in the night
leaving a scar that no one can see.
Mentally breaking us down over the years
without even yourself noticing til it's too late
leaving such a hunger that no amount of love and caring can fill.
The pain blinding you to the truth of the future
eating away at the soul like a virus
leaving us dead inside with nothing left but an empty shell.
The pain from the past can rob you
of your hope and joy
filling the future with misery and sorrow.
It can drive away a bright future
clouding us with visions
of fear of being hurt.
Weighing us down like a ball and chain
the addiction of pain drowns us with the sea of sorrow
us in a comatose state blinding us from a new perspective.
Pain being cold and ruthless isolates us in a desert of sorrow;
feeling dry and never ending leaving us thirsty for relief
pushing us to the edge and mocks us to give up.
No matter how lost, dead inside, or hopeless you feel;
just remember in every dark tunnel to shift your gaze and fuel your fierce
heart and push on to the light at the end of the tunnel.
It's only a suggestion, Winter. Structure can help a lot in the flow of a piece, but if you wanted it the way it was written, it's up to you as you are still the master of your own creation.
Keep going. All troubles will pass like a storm that ends. This will also inspire other writers.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
That is a very good suggestion thank you! xo Winter