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When You Found Me
I loved a mother who stole me
A father who forgot me
A brother who abhored me
When you found me
A hollow diary
The world was so scary
A depth seethed deeply
Grew strong in weary
Soliloquy
An arsenal with no query
Seeing all
But not clearly
When you found me
I believed
In nothing but light
Death was a lonely plight
A truth
I refused in sight
Whispering in night
Please
Don't be right
Until you
Found me
And showed me strength
No
Gave birth to me in length
Intangible
Made of all who wept
Who took a path
That I had left
And so now where I stand
It is for them
And I in you
Have found naked truth
So I bid my old view
A grievous adeau
Burning ash to birth few
Hope takes as it makes us anew
Cinicism
A word
That is forsaken, too.
A father who forgot me
A brother who abhored me
When you found me
A hollow diary
The world was so scary
A depth seethed deeply
Grew strong in weary
Soliloquy
An arsenal with no query
Seeing all
But not clearly
When you found me
I believed
In nothing but light
Death was a lonely plight
A truth
I refused in sight
Whispering in night
Please
Don't be right
Until you
Found me
And showed me strength
No
Gave birth to me in length
Intangible
Made of all who wept
Who took a path
That I had left
And so now where I stand
It is for them
And I in you
Have found naked truth
So I bid my old view
A grievous adeau
Burning ash to birth few
Hope takes as it makes us anew
Cinicism
A word
That is forsaken, too.
Published 18th Jan 2020
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18th Jan 2020 1:08pm
Heartfelt and well written. I especially like the ending. Cynism leads us nowhere, but hope leads us everywhere.
18th Jan 2020 2:30pm
Hope is the last light... And its what we grew up being taught to fight for in order to survive. It's just so easy to fall into the dark for many and I never understood the concept. Many have been through not even half of what I have but they hold such hate, I just don't understand how it is possible. How is it the broken can love so much, and the fortunate hate those who threaten their comfortable being to the point of barbaric practices. It is almost as if fear rules the majority and lifts the minority. I'll always give what I can, the skeptical and cinicists of this world can oppose all they want
18th Jan 2020 7:59pm
We all become afraid. But hope can get us above that. Finding hope isn't easy but you have to keep searching for it. People don't understand that the world is a unique place. Shadows fall upon the ones you least expect. My dad was physically abusive and never gave me any encouragement. I have narcolepsy cataplexy and it has been hard. But the truth is only you can see your own light out of darkness. You have to find your way home. People are afraid to take chances on people they do not know. So you keep fighting until you can't no more. Beautiful poem and really well said. I could feel the intense emotion in this piece. We all want to find peace I believe. But it is never made easy by the people around us. We just got to find hope from within and then break the wall you are stuck behind. Find your own truth.
19th Jan 2020 6:49am
Thank you for your kind words. Yes we must all find our own truth and mine has always been in helping others. When I stray from that I lose all of who I am and who I could be, so I can't forsake people when I lose hope in them.
