I Am FromA Poem by missalaynius
I run from where I come from
I am from pregnant Madness who loused up at her navy base And I am from Denial who fell in love with Madness and dealt chemicals like cards at a poker game But from Denial and Madness comes Hope And false hope was the binding that tied their fingers together For they were children, too I am from large lengths of tangled hair and little bruised knees A little Hope that dug her fingers into the garden dirt in search for worms Denial and Madness forgot their little Hope, who pulled the heads from muertes flowers And I am from the bedtime stories little Hope read to herself at night Before she buried herself in her pillow Hoping that when she didn't wake The screaming would stop We are born from what we are torn from I am from half-weeks with Denial and with Madness And quiet Hope and broken boards and a wire-rimmed world He drank and she sank, split between two homes I am from the Smith in fifth grade Who taught Hope to cope And I grew from what I knew And though I wrote I withdrew I am from chickens lunging at my ankles But I am also from third-floor apartments And where I came from changed from day to day Hope had long died with each tear she cried Denial beat her in order to teach her And Madness didn't feed her or hear her Until Hope traded in her pillow for a rope I am from my first failure And my first suicide note I flew from what I grew from Hope was gruesome, growing taller and thinner from throwing up dinner I am from chopped locks and stolen pills in a box in my locker And I denied the evidence as my madness took prevalence Until I woke up on a Thursday in a hospital bed Blanketed in old scars and burns where I previously had bled from I am from the two day sleep that woke me up And Hope lay dead all over me I am from that year and a half, out of school and out of control And the constant hospitalizations and sanitations Took their toll I am Hope I am from Hope All is Hope And Hope is home I am with Madness who grows sicker And I am the pills I'm on to make me thicker And I am from my music And the way I have learned to use it To give Hope back to the world That gave life back to this girl © 2015 missalaynius |
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Added on February 10, 2015 Last Updated on February 10, 2015 Tags: hope, denial, madness, childhood, recollection, personification, metaphor AuthormissalayniusWyandotte, MIAboutMusician and word fanatic of 5 years; I am an 18 year old aspiring artist from metro-Detroit, with many writings focusing on my inner thoughts, my struggles with mental illness, and the hell in my he.. more..Writing
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