My New Comment/Quote 98

My New Comment/Quote 98

A Poem by Im His Daughter

Twisted lies of satan...

Going over & tight fist clenching our hurts feels like it's imperative & soothing. To forget & let go, is ripping the bandages off, re-opening the wounds & letting the air hit it causing searing pain. It's letting others in , trusting them to not hurt you again, knowing that somehow you are going to either forget what the pain means to me or that it didn't mean anything. I struggle with letting things go because it hurt me & means everything to me. To forget means I am not, nor my worth is being remembered... even as it destroys me.

© 2017 Im His Daughter


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Added on February 7, 2016
Last Updated on July 5, 2017

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Im His Daughter
Im His Daughter

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(Sorry I don't read stories, chapters or books. I am not a critic either, I will only read poems. When I comment, I comment only on how it makes me feel. Promise no criticism here unless maybe a word .. more..

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