Life Struggles – Poetry
As you may know, I love writing poetry and I love expressing my emotions through words and metaphorical ideas. This has been going on for so many years and even though I know I’m not as good as I would like to be, but pouring out my emotions in such a personal way, makes me feel empowered. So, today I thought it would be nice to bring out the topic of Life Struggles and how I deal with them, but in a more poetic way. Are you ready for it? Let’s go!
Disclaimer: All poems belong to me, written by me, edited by me, along with the pictures.
an alcoholic mother and a drug addict father
what good could that do to their daughter?
it wasn’t until she learned how to think for herself that she uncovered the secrets and the trauma that was buried in another cemetery that wasn’t hers
now her life is full of dead flowers that were never meant to be hers, but people still felt sorry whenever they walked past her graveyard
so, now she tries to never let anybody in – because she knows it will not be a good safeguard
it’s better to keep my safe card buried in the same graveyard as all my dreams and life purposes were buried
it wasn’t until the old me and the new me met one night during hurried hours that she finally decided to let go of that piece of evidence that her old self carried, and she decided to move along with the new person she became
i know it sounds insane
but sadly, it’s too hard to explain
recovery wasn’t something she aimed for
it was always out of reach
out of her comfort zone of survival
never in the right path towards a new revival
always living in denial, but that’s alright, because recovery means that she had to let go of what hurt her, but what happens when she finally lets go of the only thing she’s ever known, the only thing that’s helped her grow, and the only thing that helped her stay alive throughout all of the chaos?
It’s not peace that she wants
it’s the necessity to cope with the pain without letting it go, because without it, she would not know how to manage; much less on how to let go of that heavy baggage
daughter of blood and war
fights and disagreements
physical and emotional scars that still feel like a knife
she expected more from life
but why would she even expect anything when all the things she knew were lies
nobody sees the messy blood pattern all over her memory, if you could see through her eyes, you’d end up living in misery
her dark passenger wasn’t a mystery
she kept everything to herself and the rest…it was history
Life Struggles Resumed In Poetry
As you can see from my previous poems, we’re all struggling for something or because of someone. It’s never easy to get the help you need and sometimes it’s just better to write it all down. Even if you’re not that good at writing, you’d be surprised with the amazing things you can create.
Creating, sounds kind of a “too much work baggage” that we don’t need, or do we? We’re only humans and we can’t pretend that everything is okay when in reality, you’re falling to pieces. After you fell, who are you blaming? No one but yourself. We all do thatc I’m guilty as well.
Don’t stress so much about life – I know, easy to say and harder to do – but if you’re here on this planet I’m sure it’s for a reason.
Writing is actually one of the most suiting things to do whenever you feel stressed, sad, happy, anxious or depressed. I use it mostly as a personal coping mechanism where I can pour my thoughts out and know that they’d be safe someplace where someone else may relate.
In my personal experience, there is nothing better than receiving compliments about your writing.
- “That sounds amazing”
- “I love your writing”
- “Your poems are relatable because I am going through some of those experiences myself”
There is nothing better than getting this type of feedback on your work. That’s one of the things that keeps me writing because I know that someone out there may need those words to simply survive another day.
If you don’t like the idea of having your work out there where everyone can read it, maybe you can try to write for yourself. You can take out a piece of paper or get yourself a journal from which you’ll be able to express everything that you’re feeling on a daily basis and then come back to it, later on, to see how much you’ve grown and how you were feeling on that specific occasion.
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