I came into this world scarred
Impressions copied from a hostile womb
A child knows when they are unwanted
When love is continuously withheld
For lack of compensation
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I came into this world impoverished
My parents were beggars
They wanted only
For their immediate needs
I wasn’t a priority
Was it a conscious neglect?
A premeditated omission?
Or had I ceased ever to be?
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I came into this world fully armored
A nuisance in times of truce
An adversary in times of war
The salt of accumulated miseries
Left me parched, inhospitable furrows
Lined the seams of both mind and heart
There was no time for poetry or dreams
No well in which to nourish a muse
I was too busy sewing shadows
Into the soles of my shoes
I wanted to be imperceptible
Imperishable like darkness
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Like so much of your poetry mlm, there is a harking back to childhood and the past sins of others which have shaped you into the person you are. I often get the impression you are an immensely strong woman now, but you like all the rest of us could use the hugs of strangers on days like this.
Awww thank you so much therapy is forcing me to think about these things and how they effect my current life. I am happy with the direction I am moving in right now
I can relate and it makes me furious. Some people shouldn’t be allowed to procreate. You have to get a license to drive but any idiot or psychopath can have children. I’m glad this is in your past. Becasue now you no longer hide in the shadows…you shine!
Thank you so much Melanie, I understand your outrage I feel the same way when I think of all the children out there still suffering and all the adults who are good people now like you but who also suffered, it breaks my heart
This shows your strength and courage to talk about the miseries of the past and to acknowledge your strength of the present. Bravo! Keep the spirit up.
Thank you so much for your kind words and encouragement =)
Pleasure is mine my friend.
Wow!!!! This is one of your best, such an excoriating, total openness…wonderful!!! 🙂
Oh wow thank you Helen that means so much to me
Beautiful as always…..this reminds me of a book I read where it talks about how we come into the world has such an effect on the person we become. 🙂 Even the delivery sets up things for us.
Oh just so you know, I did a video blog…..oh my…..I still do not think I sound or look like whats on there. lol
I was actually looking at your blog right you sent me this so it was wonderful =) I have such a little girl voice and it does not mesh with my own concept of myself at all. My big crazy hair works though even if it drives me barmy. Thank you so much do you remember the name of the book? You are so adorable!
The book is either In The Moment or Peace From Broken Pieces….I am thinking its the second one 🙂
I love your hair!!!!
Thank you I might take a look at that =) I have grown to love it and now that I do I am getting white hair haha
This is wonderful. Truly wonderful.
Thank you Skye =)
Those last four lines are just sooooo beautiful and powerful, ‘I was too busy sewing shadows
Into the soles of my shoes’ – what an incredible image! Great poem my friend. Blessings, H xxxxx
Awww thank you so much =)
Very touching and powerfull, but as it is the case almsot always, I feel sad because of things that happened that woke this up in you.
Thank you I am happy where I am now so there is always that =)
Every word speaks to me and tears at my heart. Exquisite writing. And, I share Melanie’s anger and views – procreation should not be available to everyone. Children should be considered rare gems by society and treated as such. It’s a very sad state of affairs that this is not the case.
They should be treated like treasures because they are gifts, it is very upsetting to me to think that so many children are being abused
Touching and powerful, Your frankness is endearing.
Thank you so much Celestine