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You name this
The sun shining
Kissing my skin
A garden follows me and has been growing
Since I can remember
Beautiful calm day
& All of a sudden the wind rushes
The rain feels invited & brings a storm along
This storm is intimidating
It's not like anything I've seen before
I'm by the ocean & it seems to be mad
It wants me to play along but no
I don't like this weather
I'm not comfortable
I'm scared
The current gets stronger
& The ocean gets warmer
It's face is red & its angry at me because I do not cooperate
Waves of anger hit my face
Slams me on the wall and throws me on the floor
My body is weak & I cannot stand
I cannot defend myself
I am not that strong
The beautiful garden has been destroyed
The initial contact with the wind took some of my trust & some of my petals
The rain made the stem of the flowers & my knees weak
I fall on my knees & beg him to stop.
Please stop
Stop ripping my garden apart
But the worst part of all was the wave on top of me
Trying to drown me
The water desperate to be inside me
Him on top of me
The water trying to be like the sun acting sweet &
Wanting to kiss my body
I'm wishing I can die at the end of the ocean trying to drown me
My garden exists only in my past
Only seeds on the ground
Seeds I do not care to water because my trust is gone forever
Kissing my skin
A garden follows me and has been growing
Since I can remember
Beautiful calm day
& All of a sudden the wind rushes
The rain feels invited & brings a storm along
This storm is intimidating
It's not like anything I've seen before
I'm by the ocean & it seems to be mad
It wants me to play along but no
I don't like this weather
I'm not comfortable
I'm scared
The current gets stronger
& The ocean gets warmer
It's face is red & its angry at me because I do not cooperate
Waves of anger hit my face
Slams me on the wall and throws me on the floor
My body is weak & I cannot stand
I cannot defend myself
I am not that strong
The beautiful garden has been destroyed
The initial contact with the wind took some of my trust & some of my petals
The rain made the stem of the flowers & my knees weak
I fall on my knees & beg him to stop.
Please stop
Stop ripping my garden apart
But the worst part of all was the wave on top of me
Trying to drown me
The water desperate to be inside me
Him on top of me
The water trying to be like the sun acting sweet &
Wanting to kiss my body
I'm wishing I can die at the end of the ocean trying to drown me
My garden exists only in my past
Only seeds on the ground
Seeds I do not care to water because my trust is gone forever
Published 26th Sep 2016
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26th Sep 2016 10:49pm
There is only one name I can give this, but it hurts to think it. Rape. I can't say what this makes me feel but there is much I want to say to comfort you.
Your words overwhelm me!
JJ
Your words overwhelm me!
JJ
29th Sep 2016 5:56pm
you didn't plan this poem. It develops spontaneously. On the spur of the moment This is a case of "extended metaphor," which is the purpose or goal of a poem. How far you can extend it is the test of a good piece of work, I'd say. Good job.
