Why So Few Know Of You

story within a poem,

Where did you come from?

A place no one desires to be

How did you get there?

It wasn’t my choice, but it was chosen for me

Who did you know there?

They wore many masks I couldn’t tell you

What do you mean?

They would say they love you then turn their back on you

They would be your friend then tarnish your name...lie on you.

They would make you their sacrifice to save themselves

They would smile at you then try to break you.

How many were there?

Too many to count, the scars would let you know.

How did you escape?

I grew stronger, wiser and more resilient

Where are you now?

In a safe place… it is warm here, there is love here.

Would you ever go back?

Only to see how far I have come

 

Why so few know of you?

 

 

While my name roll off your bitter tongue

and drip from your salty mouths

While it spread like wild fire through your homes

even knocking on your neighbor’s doors.

I saw you then and changed the course

Never saw your faces but your names…

I kept records.

One by one I wrote your case

and waited for time,

I didn’t need

to haste...

 

But that was revenge enticing me on

I was rescued in that place, told that

 Holding on to past lives only weaken the bond

I reestablished who I was created to be

I reestablished the ability to let go

I was given a gift, behind deceptions...I could see

 

It drove them into madness each time

and the faces…I have matched with names…

from many I disconnect to avoid a crime.

So you ask me

Why so few know of you?

Because only a few I know

to be true.

Author's Note

This piece is about a young girl who have been through a lot of difficulty growing up and learning that people are not always what they seem to be. But she did not allow the abuse she endured (mentally, physically and emotionally) to harden her, she had to learn to forgive, let go and recognize how beautiful she was inside and out. At the same time she found refuge of hope in humanity through a few who proved to be true, loyal and genuine...this kept her safe and focused. This can be anyone, any place and time. But of course, some aspects were personally experienced by the writer.

Reviews

[LapseOfMind]

Powerful poem, great job! I believe it to be relatable to a lot of people. My fiancé for one would agree as so many people in her life have chosen to hurt her instead of love her. Though some of this has happened to me I'm one of the few lucky ones. Of course that comes with a catch, instead, I've always hurt myself. Wonderful poem!

[Mel Lisa]

thank you! In some, healing has to take place and it takes a lot of time and effort to be whole again. We are stronger than we give ourselves credit!