The Guilt Of Silence
So um I wrote something after a long long time (incredibly personal poetry you can stop reading if you're not into that stuff I don't blame you)
There’s something I want to say,
a price I have to pay.
The spiral in my skull,
the days running dull,
The fear furrowing my brows
the guilt of silence, the daily rows.
There’s nowhere to go, my blood’s run cold
Strewing the sins of my old man
Burying the alibi’s of my mam
I want to yell to run to kill
there’s so much more I wanted to be,
Smiles I wanted to see
Mountains I thought I’d conquer
the pride with which I’d prosper.
But here I am, lost, confused and masked
I can’t be anything but a pawn,
Laughing at the tornado
the upturned domino
yelling profanities in vain
Holding my neck, the all-encompassing strain
Where do I go from here?
There’s a fall no matter in which direction I steer
Running from constant questions choices I shouldn’t have to make
That’s what they’ve done, put my sanity up at stake.
I am nothing more but the echoes of a scream.
I am trying, I really am, but there’s no fighting this ungodly stream.
It’s a swing I am tied to
No matter how hard I push, no matter what I do.
I’ll stay tied to the ground never to fly, never to soar.
The ocean’s bounty, an illusion of a shore.
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A Queen of Her Empire
A trace of sadness on that happy face. That smiling eyes with trace of tears from a hard cry the night before.
"I can manage" she breathes when she had no one to depend on but herself.
"I will do it" confidently she says at the time that she needs a helping hand.
"I can do this" she concluded when no one stood by her during dark times.
She always had her spirits up when she is at the edge of breakdown. She manages to keep up with life's ups and downs. She is strong willed, independent, and driven. But most of all, she is totally unbreakable. She refuses to step back despite the setbacks.
To you, strong beautiful heroine, you are a true queen and an embodiment of your own empire.