my happy own family

i think you have to hurt well, to write well.

in the last 2 years, not much has been said

theres not much to day when all the love’s dead

theres no bond and no trust 

because I’m still cleaning up the wounds left unjust

the wounds that you made you never helped clean up

and even the second time around when i thought a father was to be found

i realized the hope of finding a real dad was dead in the ground

pain so vivid it made an ear-screeching sound

i dont have a mother or a father,           less

just two strangers giving orders but reciting to me that i’m blessed

and i will be left to clean up the rest

the me that was young

the me that didn't know

the me that was torn apart by hands and now haunted by their shadows

i don’t wish to be a shadow of a person but

the strangers in my house keep me in a continual rut

i am stuck in a coffin sealed shut

counting down the days until i can rise up

the first thing i’ll do is get far far away from this place

and never come back again

i won’t feel a thing when i take off in the wind

and finally get away from strangers, shadows, and sin. 

Reviews

[lonewolf225]

Deep.... I love the poem this is a really great write thank you for sharing this with me it makes me feel a bit of the pain that you have felt. And you know you are a Great writer when you can make the person reading it feel your pain through your words. I hope to read more :)

[flickering candle]

thank you so much for the compliments :)

[AaronFreitas]

Very deep write Catrina! I loved the emotions and honesty in this write... great work!

[Coyote Poetry]

Life is never easy. Most of us want to escape. New places and freedom. Sweet dreams of youth.
"and finally get away from strangers, shadows, and sin. "
I believe we can't escape all things. Some things can find us. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. Left me with something to think about.
Coyote

[flickering candle]

thank you so much :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[guy drori]

This is almost like a short story, and you were able to fit it into a length of a poem very well. I'm glad you shared this for I had a pleasure reading. Though quite long it is very straight forward in every line, and the descriptions catpured the message of the poem. Great job !

[flickering candle]

thank you so much :)

[Lizardo]

In my place, I don't know who is my father, I live with my mother and grandmother so I have to work hard for them both.
This actually hurts because, you have to live your whole life thinking who or whom gave you life...
I like the poem, its something I can relate to.
Good Job on this one