The Pain Within
Author: Taylor James
still hurting inside
the pain i try to hide
thats deep within my mind
the answers im struggling to find.
physical pain was a long time ago
but the mental side is already starting to show,
cant keep it locked up no more
i need to let go, show pain the door.
these feelings i dont want to show
but i have no chioce
as i no longer have my own voice.
i try to escape
try to open the gate.
the gate to my happy future
but the pain wont let me through
its blocking me,
so i cant do what i need to.
im still hurting inside
my time i try to bide,
to find my happy life
but still..... all i find is strife.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Angel in Tears (126.96.36.199) -- Thursday, July 7 2005, 06:55 pm|
It's kinda strange, how the emotional pain only kicks in after a while of an event. And then, you only realise how much it has affected you. What really took place, what really has changed. But soon enough, all of that will pass. And you will be able to move on. Here for the support which I can only hope that will help
|Meridian (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, July 7 2005, 07:37 pm|
I'm like you, where's that happy life? Is there ever such a place anymore? Once I knew contentment. But enough of my sad stories, outstanding expression and feelings you've put into this poem! TJ, Truly geniune!
|Taylor James (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, July 9 2005, 01:46 pm|
thank you both,it is very strange how somthing happens and you dont seem to feel pain at the time but a few years down the road it hits you in the face.its like getting a slap in the frezzin cold winter upon your face,stings at first but then the pain sets in.i am not sure if there is such a place where people are happy to me i only ever see people being miserable,but maybe it is becausei only see people like me being miserable.
|barb (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, July 9 2005, 02:19 pm|
Taylor I'm going to tell you something I think its time to share. When I was younger I was adopted, molested by my adopted father, was sent to reform school, raped and had a brain tumor operation in 1999 and had a stroke on the operating table. what got me through was just thinking all these things were just a step in my life , I'm 52 now and have found peace and content and I had faith that He wouldn't give me anything to deal with I couldn't handle.your writing will help you. keep writing down what you feel.It took me 40 years to find my happy place so keep trying and hang in there.
|Martin Vann (18.104.22.168) -- Tuesday, July 12 2005, 02:55 pm|
When you are alone, who do you cry for, he is always there for you and ME, just, sometimes, it easier to feel the pain, thaqn, to believe. All alone? not hardly, you are so close to what life means, you are just lost in his pain, but when he cries, he will call your name. The pleasures of this life, some enjoy, without realizing, the price to be paid. Taylor, you are home free, and I say you are beautiful and a part of me, My name is Martin, pleased, to know you.
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