You don't want this Curse B ...
Trust me.
And yes, I am
But being strong is a curse B,
not a blessing ...
Being strong is to be alone
Being strong is to be taken for granted
Being strong is to be seen as something
more than You can possibly be ... always ...
A Strong, Independent woman
Yay me,
or maybe ... not so much
The Curse of Strength is
that not even those who claim to know Me
seems to notice
that behind the Facade
there is Nothing left of Me
but a withering memory spreading in the wind ...
Being Strong is to hide the ever-growing
darkness building up inside
To cry alone, not seen nor heard
To hide the scars inflicted by Your own hands,
on Your skin, right down to Your soul,
to release the loneliness, the searing pain
piling up
like filth and dirt on a lost city scrapyard ...
Being Strong, a Matriarch, a Queen, is not a choice
one makes for herself
It is inherited, passed down, forced upon
I would take off this crown glued to my head
burn it in the fires of Mount Doom
from whence it came
so that I could live freely
But the choice is not mine to make
The Curse made it for me, and the Curse shall
forever keep it on me
Lest I find my Soulmate, and we walk Together in unbreakable, loving trust ...
Who am I, underneath this cape of "glory"
This cloak that hides my true self
I'll tell You, my love, my best friend
I am tired
worn out
bleeding through the bane of a thousand cuts
screaming at the bottom of my darkness
in a bottomless pit
a prison without parole
Tormented
Chained to the wall
Starved of everything I need to live,
to breath
to smile ...
Love is not enough
My soul needs more to heal
I need someone who doesn't require my Strength, my Rule, my cursed Crown
I need live and let live
Trust
Mutual Respect
Understanding of the very Core of Me
allowing me to Breath
You look into my eyes and You see
You know
You feel me
And yet ... you don't turn away in frightened disgust at the demons guarding my prison cell
Because You've been here too, and You still are
Right next to me, mending my wounds,
whispering courage in my ears ...
You don't want my Curse my friend
please trust me on this
You need wind under Your wings
A wingwoman to always have your six
A trustee who never fails to love You
Unconditionally
Purely
Truthfully
Always, for eternity
You have all this, You're just too wounded to
trust like this, to give Yourself permission to believe again ...
I feel You!
But I will never, ever fail You
Just like You can Never, Ever disappoint Me!
You ... are everything to Me ...
Poetry by Mystica
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Written on 2023-03-07 at 15:16
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Trust me.
This Curse of Mine ...
You tell me that I am stronger than YouAnd yes, I am
But being strong is a curse B,
not a blessing ...
Being strong is to be alone
Being strong is to be taken for granted
Being strong is to be seen as something
more than You can possibly be ... always ...
A Strong, Independent woman
Yay me,
or maybe ... not so much
The Curse of Strength is
that not even those who claim to know Me
seems to notice
that behind the Facade
there is Nothing left of Me
but a withering memory spreading in the wind ...
Being Strong is to hide the ever-growing
darkness building up inside
To cry alone, not seen nor heard
To hide the scars inflicted by Your own hands,
on Your skin, right down to Your soul,
to release the loneliness, the searing pain
piling up
like filth and dirt on a lost city scrapyard ...
Being Strong, a Matriarch, a Queen, is not a choice
one makes for herself
It is inherited, passed down, forced upon
I would take off this crown glued to my head
burn it in the fires of Mount Doom
from whence it came
so that I could live freely
But the choice is not mine to make
The Curse made it for me, and the Curse shall
forever keep it on me
Lest I find my Soulmate, and we walk Together in unbreakable, loving trust ...
Who am I, underneath this cape of "glory"
This cloak that hides my true self
I'll tell You, my love, my best friend
I am tired
worn out
bleeding through the bane of a thousand cuts
screaming at the bottom of my darkness
in a bottomless pit
a prison without parole
Tormented
Chained to the wall
Starved of everything I need to live,
to breath
to smile ...
Love is not enough
My soul needs more to heal
I need someone who doesn't require my Strength, my Rule, my cursed Crown
I need live and let live
Trust
Mutual Respect
Understanding of the very Core of Me
allowing me to Breath
You look into my eyes and You see
You know
You feel me
And yet ... you don't turn away in frightened disgust at the demons guarding my prison cell
Because You've been here too, and You still are
Right next to me, mending my wounds,
whispering courage in my ears ...
You don't want my Curse my friend
please trust me on this
You need wind under Your wings
A wingwoman to always have your six
A trustee who never fails to love You
Unconditionally
Purely
Truthfully
Always, for eternity
You have all this, You're just too wounded to
trust like this, to give Yourself permission to believe again ...
I feel You!
But I will never, ever fail You
Just like You can Never, Ever disappoint Me!
You ... are everything to Me ...
Poetry by Mystica
Read 124 times
Written on 2023-03-07 at 15:16
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