We Can Change

Sometimes we can be very hard on ourselves for causing pain, but we can always change.

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Dedicated to every child out there that has been left out by their father. No matter what your dad may do no matter how bad it hurts, remember that there is such thing as karma, and karma...

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Hands

Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.

In desperation I search, trying to find myself, I look.
I search and search, for my heart is lost, I search.
Too scared to run, too scared to move.
Paralyzed by pain and fear, I search.
I fight to live as I stager at the pain.
I sit beside me staring at what I see.
I shake my head at what I made me.
I fight to not listen at the pain I created.
The pain I will always see.
As I twitch in emptiness my eyes begin to see.
The more they find, the more it hurts.
They look at me as a piece of meat.
Trembling legs, week arms, and scars from defeat.
I fight myself because of what I see.
It's me I'm looking at and me that won't succeed.
I stare and look, searching for answers, for that I concede.
I shred myself and my sole with my eyes.
They are too strong for me, for that I am paralyzed.
I see my hands as the grasper of pain.
They are the retriever of all I have received from me.
As my hands fight back, I see
I am only what I want to be, and I still have a chance to defeat me.

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by Oladipupo Deborah, England
9 years ago

Dedicated to every child out there that has been left out by their father. No matter what your dad may do no matter how bad it hurts, remember that there is such thing as karma, and karma will bite them hard in the long run... be strong and always be prepared for the day where they will come back and beg you for forgiveness.

by Kgotatso Tokelo, Pretoria
10 years ago

Her words.
Every morning she would wake up, with new ideas on how to hurt my feelings
Her words were like a sword that stabbed me in the heart and she would again take that sword out of my heart just so she could watch me bleeding.
My blood, my pain. Just gave her so much joy. It was closure to her wounds, glow in her smile and eyes. All that was done with no action but her words.
I spent my days hurting but with a big smile on my face with nobody knowing what was wrong.
Till a someone put her hand on my heart and felt the abnormality, the coldness , the slow pulse. And took a good look at me, deep within she could see the tears that I did not let rush down my face. And I take all the negativity part of my stride for it is the way I live.