2 girls learning how to heal their bruised and cracked souls while using poetry as a solace to express the pain of their experiences and the process of learning to accept the changes.
If you relate with any of these poems or stories, our hearts hurt...
Look back. No, don't look back. You'll long for the innocent, careless child But she's now gone from you You'll never get her back.
Dead. You feel dead. Your soul feels empty And you long for the innocent, careless child of old But she's gone She's never coming back
Old. You feel old and tired. Where's the innocent, careless child of past? When did she leave? Where did she go?
Come back. Please come back to me. I crave the innocent, careless child I was. But I'll never get her back. She is gone forever.
Tears. Bleak, cold, scarring tears. Longing for the innocent, careless child of years ago. She left and a new version came. A new version that has left you completely changed, So different with a new soul that has empty voids crying out for something to fill them. But only darkness answers. Darkness and alexithymia.
That's what you had. That's all you had in your soul. And you longed for the innocent, careless child of old. But she would never come back So you pulled your head up. You washed your face and began to learn.
You began to learn how to care and tend to the new soul. You learned how to fill the void of darkness and deadness in the already scarred, new soul. You couldn't tell anyone how, but you patched up the broken soul.
And desire. No longer did you desire the innocent, careless child of past. A wiser, older soul resided in your young soul And you're learning to be content with it.
Changes. Life changes. And how wonderful you changed with it. Otherwise you'd always stay an innocent, careless child of old Unable to understand this lonely, scarring world.
Soul. New soul. You can nurture it You can make it grow.
-Midnight Liberty
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