More very old words of a past left far behind…
Folding in
Folding over
Looking out
Looking on
Loosing me
The spite in her eyes… So unremitting…
She hates me… She hates me…
Mother’s cold eyes cut deeper than blades,
As her words shred, leaving me in tatters
Helpless to the onslaught when her rage strikes
Getting lost
Falling under
Ground up
Spat out
Left behind
The mistake of reaching out for help…
Who was he to touch me?
Betrayed when trust should rule
Secrets, shame to cap the pit
I am become nothing
Lost… alone
Falling… pain
Failing hope
Forgotten
I’m Worthless
© 05 September 2015
by D. Denise Dianaty
nice
Thanks… I think. “Nice” isn’t what I was going for.
I'm glad you left it far behind--dark, dark place. You have to fall before you can rise. An interesting visual contrast in the placement of the words. Did you create the image also? Looks like phantoms in the clouds, menacing you.
Thank you. Yes, that is my drawing. And, it was a difficult journey. Thing is, I reached a point of completeness, of joy and peace… and realized, I’d not change one moment of my past because it led me to my present. I would knowingly suffer every pain and indignity to assure I would never risk missing out on now.
Very emotive, to have ones self-worth reduced to nothing is tragedy; but one that far too many of us have suffered.
Thanks. Yes, too many of us suffer too much. I’m very fortunate, though. I found my way out and found real joy and peace in my life. That’s not to say there are no more struggles in my life; but I have found true friends and loyalty, and unparalleled love and devotion. I’ve built a life of completeness and peace for myself with my husband – an amazing human being whom I cannot imagine my life without.