I would say that I feel the same way as this, but sadly no. In my life there was this girl who (to be honest she sent me very mixed messages) was beautiful, and out of my league. Even when I think of her now I still can feel that pain in my heart knowing that she doesn't want me. I guess we weren't meant to be, but I had felt so sure. It ended in the way most middle school confessions always end, over text. And she had one of her friends text me. My heart still hurts when I think about it. However I know you might be thinking that since I'm in middle school "it doesn't matter", or "oh come on kid, you'll get over it", It's not that simple my guy. If I do move on too quick people at my school will just think I'm being fake (someone legit called me a "player" once), and if I don't move on fast enough I'll be alone and sad. Anyway I'm sure you don't want to hear a 13 year old talking about his love life anymore.
- Hoping to find love one day,
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I was physically and emotionally abused by my mother, life was hell. My dad was absent most of the time. She told me how much she hated me constantly and that I had spoiled her social life. I was the only kid at primary school who didn't have anyone to take them or pick them up. I never had the correct school uniform and I was a target for every bully around. People who knew what was happening only told me that after my mum died. I just got up on my 16th birthday as soon as, come got a passport and left England but more importantly her. She has damaged me so very much that now after having daughters of my own I have to constantly know that I love and need them. However after having my girls I do not understand why my own mum enjoyed causing me harm, I would gladly give my life for my girls. My mum taught me how not to be a mum like her and show love always to my children and each day I tell them how much I love them. When she died I didn't cry, I found a peace for the 1st time.
Thank You John. I appreciate your encouraging comment. So pleased you enjoyed my "Believe" poem.
Hi, Judy. I really appreciate for these beautiful masterpiece, "believe". Don' stop writing. Thanks for sharing.
In catholic grade school in the late 1950s we memorized lots of poetry. This, Daffodills, was my favorite. Frequently the nuns set them to familiar songs to help memorize them.
Little Brook.
Oh March that blusters.
To name a few more
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I am carrying a line of this poem of yours into making a sunlit forest painting. I've needed inspiration to learn how to paint luminous light. It's been a journey and I've not mastered the techniques quite yet but keeping in my mind the words "we'll walk where sunlight sets the forest's leaves aglow" may help me along the way. Lovely writing Belinda.
This poem has really touched me because I have been going through things since I was a baby. My parents left me when I was little and after that I built a wall so no one would see my weakness. My brother had always thought that our parents wanted us but it's not true. Every time that my family would talk about my parents I would act like I don't care or I don't know who those people are. But now since I'm older I feel like I don't belong or like I don't exist anymore and all I need to know is if there is still one person that still wants me around and that there is someone there to hear me when I scream for help.
Thanks, John, I appreciate the comment, and as long as I can still think, I will still be writing.
Jac Judy
Please Teah, I don't want you to lose faith in your ability to write. Don't stop writing. Thanks for sharing.
You and your mom really inspired me with this poem, Stacy. Don't stop writing. Thanks for sharing.
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