2009 An Ode to the Past

Your words don’t mean much,

They prop you up like a crutch.

My ears ring with your lies,

Abuse hides within love’s disguise.

Your fists

My face

How do I leave this place?

Darkness calls me,

To the oblivion of my misery.

You yell

I cry

I just died a little inside.

How can you claim to love me?

Your words ring with false sincerity.

Years passing I made it through,

But at times I’m haunted by you.

The ashes have blown away,

How do I face the coming day?

The scars inside always ache,

Nightmares of you push me to break.

To cut you out who would I be?

Since your acts have molded me.

I’ve risen from the ruins of your hate,

These acts of kindness come too late.

Standing tall I’m so much more,

Than you’ve ever given me credit for.

Touched by love I know my worth,

Better than you from the time of my birth.

My strength proven time and time anew,

Despite the damage created by you.

You claimed it was for my own good,

That these acts would someday be understood.

The face in the mirror weeps,

The pain and bruises wreck my sleep.

My tears and blood flow out,

Because you had to show your clout.

The child inside says goodbye,

To the villains that made her cry.

My heart

Beats on

To take your worst,

Saying I am cursed.

Listen to me cheer,

I am still here!

Your efforts failed so long ago,

You made me strong with so much to show.

My life goes on,

While your own is gone.

Your monstrous deeds immortalized in this song,

Why did hitting a child not feel wrong?

I cried myself to sleep so many a night,

Now my spirit begins its flight.

Spreading my wings to fly away,

As you watch in hatred and dismay.

Goodbye to those who claim to be kin,

Keep your beliefs and your sin.

I sever the ties,

And I am deaf to your lies.

About darkbookworm13

I am a proud mom to 3 beautiful girls, and married to the love of my life. I have been a practicing Witch since the summer of 2003, having studied many different paths over the years, ranging from Wicca, Goddess only worship (courtesy of StarHawk), Eclectic Paganism, Kitchen Witchcraft, Norse Paganism, Hearthcraft, Spiritual Luciferianism, and more. I have worked with the Futhark runes, Brian Froud's Faeries Oracle deck, Tarot decks, and I am currently working on a customized divination set based on collected items. I like to work with herbs, and gardening. I crochet and make handicrafts like wood burned items, paintings, drawings, toys, and hand sewn doll clothes for my daughters. The only title I call my spiritual path is Witchcraft, as using magic entwines deeply with the worship of the Gods who call me Their own. My Patron deity is Loki, who has chosen me as His kin.
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2 Responses to 2009 An Ode to the Past

  1. Leah says:

    Hugs. You sound like a strong person. I’m sorry someone treated you that way.

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