When she heard them, she shook them off
She told herself she didn't care
That she knew it was the truth anyway...
But at night, the world went quiet
The distractions of daytime activities had kept her sane
But now there was only dark and silence and time
Time to let those four words sink in
Time to admit to herself that she had allowed hope to enter her mind and make itself falsely comfortable
Time to cry...
At least it broke the silence.
Those four words ran down deeper and deeper
The longer she didn't tell anyone about how badly she had been hurt
They seeped into her skin and blood
Entered her heart til it throbbed with the pain of unspoken words
Slithered into her mind,no matter how hard she tried to keep them out, show them they were unwelcome
But they didnt hear
They werent listening
They heard her
But they didnt hear her
Those four words became all she thought about
It was unhealthy
To dwell on her sadness
But it was easier than trying to love again
Then... on a sudden urge
She told
She told her friends, her family, her cat, her favorite tree....
And then, those words had a different effect on her
They fueled her
They pumped motivation into her soul
Made her small body strong
Brought color to her cheeks
Brought her laughter to surface once more
And she became determined to show him how sorry he was
Determined to prove him wrong
She would never change herslef for anyone
Her heart had broken
But the process of allowing something to heal is the strongest medicine you can take
i really really love this one. but am i overlooking something extremely simple? because i'm quite sure what the 4 words are.
ReplyDeletesorry, you do know what the four words are or you don't? I think you left out a word in your comment... but no, the four words are not something extremely simple, you would have to know who i was talking about first and then it would still be hard to figure them out. You don't have to know what they mean to read the poem. :) And what I was writing about wasn't really a huge thing, I just kind of took the idea and put it on a larger scale, into a poem. One of those "based loosely on a true story" things. :))))
ReplyDeleteFirst off, YOU HAVE A BLOG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Second, when are you going to be a famous poet, you could. Third, i love this poem, it reminds me of a book I read, Speak, but that book was probably a little heavier than the poem. I think I can see you writing this, typing to hard holding a mug of tea? Love ya,
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marley.... your comments did post lol. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd haha I guess I would have been drinking tea but I'm not allowed to have it near the computer.... which is probably a good idea since I spill everything. :)
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