Forsaken 🎧
A cathartic poem
Not all poetry can sing of love and longing. Some are a scream into nothingness. A way to take an old scar, reopen it, and heal it properly. To purge something endured in silence by spitting it out onto the dirt. This is one of those poems—this is me casting out a pain long buried from my past. Thank you for bearing witness.
So weary of this heaviness in my chest The longing, the waiting, the time that I invest The watching, the hoping, a mind that cannot rest Internal battles raging, a useless, bloody quest I cannot bear the mirror, those eyes, they are my foe Convicting me of weakness, self-loathing starts to grow Worldly accolades surround me, all the praises they bestow They ring false, they feel hollow, for deep inside I know Lies a heart filled with fear Shattered, but once held dear Now stained and besmirched, my emotions so unclear Cautious of the words that feel so fucking insincere I accept that it is me that chooses this reaction I know that all I say and do won’t earn your satisfaction But karma, always balanced, returns in equal action And one day this may prove to be much more than just distraction If you prick me do I not bleed, as the bard doth say But to you that doesn’t matter, and you use me anyway As a balm to soothe your wounds from a long-lost yesterday And despite all of my efforts, you still chose to walk away So now I stand alone Holding the heart that you disown I watch it quickly turn to stone While I mourn, unseen, unloved, unknown
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This is incredibly raw and powerful.
The line "Cautious of the words that feel so fucking insincere" completely cuts through the noise here.
The contrast between external success and internal fracture is devastatingly real.Turning to stone might feel like protection right now, but writing something this vulnerable proves your heart is still very much alive. More power to you 🖤✨
This is beautifully embodied and wonderfully written. It speaks with magnitude of an investment,
of conscious and powerful sharing, risk taking, boundary pushing, of vulnerability and of living life where in my opinion it should be lived not in withdrawal but in exploring, in adventure in turning up passionately fully and without to much hesitation. It of course mostly speaks of loss that comes with loving. The view at the top of the mountain is exquisite. Some get dizzy in the clouds and can’t stay.
For me, I don’t feel regret but some experiences lead to healthy remorse a sense of holding space for what I could have navigated differently. Also to sit with and accept my own fallibility. My limitations, my misjudgments. Poetry allows me to explore that spectrum of feeling without my anxious and self-critical parts becoming over involved so hopefully I can move forward positively. I feel so grateful, for your art, for my audacious and non-apologetic parts, for the community here and all I’m
learning and liberating, work like this reminds me of this today and everyday.
Vx