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We Were The Ones Left Alone
We were the ones left alone
Stranded in a sea of hurt
Dumped with weights strapped to our feet
Slowly drifting to the burning silt
We walked seemingly forever on the floor of this vast ocean
Filled with sharks that could eat you up as if you were just a snack
Traveling alone was too dangerous
As a group we were stronger
And eels that sometimes broke between our group
Could spread us apart with a single lie
As a group we could barely survive
The light never reached the bottom where we were abandoned
We thought how nice it would be to float to the top and see the sun
But those were just dreams
We captured bubbles and strapped them to ourselves
No matter how much we tried to change ourselves
We could not escape the grasp that the darkness had on us
We were together
No matter what
We got along
No matter what
We were friends tied to the same horrible destiny
Strapped without seams to the floor
To this day
Despite being found by a "somebody" who saved us from the evil clutches
We remember the ones that we left behind
That are still aimlessly wandering the ocean floor
We never changed inside
We never will
But you can
Swim and believe that you can grasp the enigmatic surface
We were forced down and did not put up a fight
And when you think all hope is lost
Look at yourself
Feel the water around you
Break the chains that imprison you
And swim to the surface because this whole time
There was something you had that not many others do
They were just hidden underneath your scarred flesh
Where the sharks have bitten you
But you have succeeded to swim away from them time after time
Out of hatred comes beauty
And out of your scars sprouts a pair of wings
That brings you toward the sun
The place you have never even seen
You could be higher than anyone that you wanted to be
But you are still somewhat the same inside
If you go higher then you can push the people who drowned us
Down to the floor of the ocean
When we are faced with this decision we may chose wrong
We might turn into the monster
And if you already are a monster
There is always hope to become something better
So why is it so misunderstood that when you are higher in the ranks than someone else
You don't have to push them down
You can bring them up
Maybe they will sprout wings and fly with you
Maybe they won't change their bitter attitude
But maybe they will
Chances are all we have to take
Not the spirits of others
BRAVObravobravobravo!!!! I
BRAVObravobravobravo!!!! I love this!!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
After a challenging time,
After a challenging time, it is good that you question some non people's behaviour in needing to crush the spirit of the indvidual instead of as you pointed out, encouraging the persons development. And you are wise enough not to need to pass on the oppresive behaviour, which is a sign of great weakness. You have great prescence of mind, I like your poem a lot - it is a good read and well written, also importantly a strong message.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
This is how I helped myself
This is how I helped myself through a tough time in life, writing, I have come over it but havent even posted close to all the poems I have written. I haven't built up the courage to, they remind me of those times :/ I should have kept on with this website but I kind of got caught up with school and doing other wastes of time. I hope to be posting some more poems soon as soon as I revise them.
Stollen Spirits
I wish it were true that spirits of others can not be stollen. People lose them all the time...don't mind me, I'm blue and drinking - that was a long poem, I faded after line 50 - A