Abused ; Aftermath
In the darkness of the night
Eyes moistened by the insight
Of a life of failed resolutions
And social aberrations
Which I continue to gaslight
I find so deep a sorrow
In knowing that tomorrow
In my weakness of determination
In my perpetual stagnation
I may again burrow
Into a hole of avoidance
A cavern of acceptance
Only to feel an utter emptiness
And sense of absurdness
That seems my life’s dance
And I ask … why?
Dana
Author Statement
Authors Note:
Are we ever able to truly and fully move beyond
the abuse we experienced, or is it always a shadow on our soul that affects our forever? For me although life is many layered and joy can be felt on multiple layers that joy is often diminished, dulled and muted. Life is itself dulled and twisted by self doubt and sabotage anda profound sense that self worth is at best elusive. This poem
speaks to those many reoccurring moments between the efforts to push forward in a positive manner thatare a constant struggle to deal with.
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