Was feeling emotionally overwhelmed.


Say something

I know my words turn back the pages of my character and erase everything I ever displayed to be. But I am so tired. Am tired of carrying this shame. It's not my name but it clings to my identity and drains my confidence. And every time you say my name I wonder, do you really know me? If I spoke my shame would you remain the same. I am so tired. So tired of holding up the walls. I just want to cave in. I want it all to come tumbling down. I wanted to break the dam of all I kept silent. I wanted it all, like a flood to come shouting forth. Maybe with you it would cleanse me not cover me. I Was hoping that when all was spoken and all was shaken, you would pull back the rubble, dive into the deep and carry me out. I was thinking that you would wipe the mud from my face and see past my filth. I really want you to see the swan in this vision of an ugly duckling. I want to know that I can fall apart and you can hold my pieces long enough for me to find myself.



Poetry by Wamaitha
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Written on 2015-04-28 at 08:49

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I don't normally like prose pieces put onto this site, but this is very moving and quite beautiful. We know you. We know you are the swan.
2015-04-30


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This piece is incredibly moving. What you write of is a desperation to be understood and to be helped. I hope your walls become lighter and your burden is relieved :)
2015-04-29