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The seasons of my life
In the spring of life when I was brand new,
I dreamed of many things, fairytales,
the ones that must surely come true.
As time passed and I came to see,
there were monsters hiding the detail
that life held dark corners even for me.
In the summer, I remembered horrors of childhood,
which made me defensive and misunderstood;
vowing never again to be the victim of the sickness
that robbed me of my naiveté and innocence.
I had no protector to fend the villains off,
only tearful fears that would not be spoken of.
And now in the autumn of my life,
I look back, stand tall and review my strife,
a great many things I did inevitably learn,
good and bad into my heart they did burn.
I no longer am a helpless child,
I have come into my own very much self styled.
One thing I would definitely not change,
I came to know intimately about inner strength.
I learned to depend on me, and only me,
how to use my dark knowledge to protect
the would be victims if no one intervened,
I would forever guard those with no defense.
As the winter of my life draws near,
I no longer know of any such fears.
For I have seen the worst man has to offer,
I know the corners hold no monsters,
what the darkness does contain
no longer torments me these days.
I can now recognize a predator
and can show HIM true horror;
things that only death can dissipate,
well deserved things that castigate,
even the fires of hell would only prolong
this fate,were such monsters truly belong.
Gypsy red
Jan.2012
I dreamed of many things, fairytales,
the ones that must surely come true.
As time passed and I came to see,
there were monsters hiding the detail
that life held dark corners even for me.
In the summer, I remembered horrors of childhood,
which made me defensive and misunderstood;
vowing never again to be the victim of the sickness
that robbed me of my naiveté and innocence.
I had no protector to fend the villains off,
only tearful fears that would not be spoken of.
And now in the autumn of my life,
I look back, stand tall and review my strife,
a great many things I did inevitably learn,
good and bad into my heart they did burn.
I no longer am a helpless child,
I have come into my own very much self styled.
One thing I would definitely not change,
I came to know intimately about inner strength.
I learned to depend on me, and only me,
how to use my dark knowledge to protect
the would be victims if no one intervened,
I would forever guard those with no defense.
As the winter of my life draws near,
I no longer know of any such fears.
For I have seen the worst man has to offer,
I know the corners hold no monsters,
what the darkness does contain
no longer torments me these days.
I can now recognize a predator
and can show HIM true horror;
things that only death can dissipate,
well deserved things that castigate,
even the fires of hell would only prolong
this fate,were such monsters truly belong.
Gypsy red
Jan.2012
Published 10th Jan 2012
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13th Jan 2012 2:17pm
4th Mar 2012 3:30am
Scars can be nothing more than deep thoughts. Thoughts that make us strong. Strength to power our will. Our will to protect our body, heart , and soul. Why do they temper metal than anneal? Annealing can make the Rockwell be so hard it can become brittle. I love this poem. It still puts me in check what protect what...
4th Mar 2012 1:44pm
Thank you my dear friend, this piece is about very dark horrors in my childhood, demons that sometimes show themselves after many years.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
5th Jul 2012 5:12pm
The scars of childhood abuse cover more than we realize. Some do heal and in others become a lifelong struggle to overcome.
In decades past such wickedness was never spoken of and many allowed it to continue. While it is more open now, the crass response from much of society still makes it a difficult admission by many victims.
A powerful, amazing piece!
In decades past such wickedness was never spoken of and many allowed it to continue. While it is more open now, the crass response from much of society still makes it a difficult admission by many victims.
A powerful, amazing piece!
5th Jul 2012 6:56pm
I have hidden injuries and scars at the hands of people I have loved that defy most human
understanding, for many years I have worked hard not to become bitter and unforgiving and for the most part succeeded, but trust is a big issue still. People have to earn my trust because I don't give it freely. Thank you for many things...
understanding, for many years I have worked hard not to become bitter and unforgiving and for the most part succeeded, but trust is a big issue still. People have to earn my trust because I don't give it freely. Thank you for many things...
