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Free Verse Alphabet Poem
Adjectivally he seemed like the one.
Badly, so badly did I want him to be.
Criminalized behavior of his black from my conscious state of mind.
Deliberate lies formed for outsiders looking in, my mind specifically.
Electric love sizzled into anger and tears,
Fear struck my heart months after I left.
Gullible, I felt so gullible and stupid.
Handwritten letters burned, my thoughts turned into embers.
Individuality has never hit me so hard, I felt utterly alone.
Jounralized thoughts never meeting paper.
Keeping these thoughts and emotions locked inside killed me.
Learning to accept the truth helped me survive.
Moving forward never felt so powerful.
Now I am on my own, learning to love myself completely.
Optimism just didn't seem to be in my favor, no matter how hard I tried.
People assume that I am strong, but I feel so weak.
Questionable actions, he keeps haunting me.
Ready to just give up, but the fight within me is too strong.
"Stay strong" my heart would scream.
Thoughts and memories turned against me.
Underestimating the power behind my creative mind.
Vulnerable, I felt so vulnerable and sad.
Why can't memories just earase? It would be so much easier on my soul.
X out his name. X out the memories. X out him.
You can't hurt me anymore, I won't let you.
Zealous. With zealousness I worked my way to the light of my life. Teaching.
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Through poetry and writing I am finding myself. I went through, and still am going through, a very hard time in my life. I'm relearning to love myself completely through my eyes and no one elses. Poetry and writing allows me to protect my deepest secrets but still express them in order to free my soul of my burdans.
This piece is about someone who took something from me that I can never get back. This piece is healing and expression in a deep form. This piece and many others have become my freedom.