Phoenix. January 1992

Started by PhoenixA, April 16, 2021, 12:33:59 PM

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PhoenixA

On nights like these
So dark and still
My soul grows quiet within
Searching for that inner place
Where there is no right and wrong
Where past and future matter not
And now is all there is
That quiet place to contemplate
And allow who I really am
A safe place to come out and be
To let herself be known
There are no chains or bondage there
No prisoners of pain
But freedom from the whips of shame
And dungeons of self-hate
On nights like these I find myself
Alive deep down inside
For there is where I really am
Waiting silently
To tell my story, share my tale
And sow the seeds of life
So outside I may bloom and grow
And live with flame and fire

Kizzie

PhoenixA, for me your poem captures the essence of being isolated but wanting to so much to recover/heal and bloom into life.  Did you write this in 1992? 

PhoenixA

Thank you Kizzie. Yes I did.  A few years when I first started realizing the full extent of my abuse and breaking the worst of the programming (equalling intense emotional *) also birthed a very creative period where I wrote many poems and songs...  This one is where I took my username from.

Not Alone

Beautiful and powerful. Thank you for sharing your poem. You express the harsh pain and also hope.

Kizzie