𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 | short stories

𝕎𝕠𝕖𝕤 (ℙ𝕠𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕪)

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Hey guys its Val here bringing you a poem.

See this week I have been rlly down in the dumps, and heard some rlly unhelpful things regarding my situation. But don't worry, I will always pick myself up again and keep persevering through this time!

For now enjoy this poem. Peace!

Val

How does a child let go and smile,

when pressure is like cracking lighting whips,

lashing at everything?

How can one be happy,

when from all sides come expectations,

that raise the bar of worries high as the sky,

and causes you to break down and cry?

Teachers presume that we are having fun.

when in truth all we face is eternal suffering,

terrible statements and broken consciences.

All we know is sadness and loneliness,

the feeling that we are a small island in the middle of the unforgiving ocean.

Friendships change, 

people leave,

they don't care,

they only look after themselves,

but I understand,

for inside everyone is an ever growing cloud of anger and frustration,

never to cease.

When I have problems I shut the world out,

when I am upset I cry by myself,

I would never scream out loud,

I have always been an angry storm cloud.

When I feel frustrated all I need is someone,

to lean on,

to rely on,

but I doubt that anyone can take that position

in my blank, 

blood red and pounding heart.

Don't let their mocking get to me,

But the woes in the world are all I see,

the shadows lash at me like the screeching wind,

black spiky feathers on my skin are all i get to caress,

to cut myself on over and over again.

I just want to live my life my way,

free with white wings spread wide on my back,

freedom to fly and escape from the dark hole that is the void in my mind,

causing things to break,

to shatter and transform to dust.

I just wish to have people I can call on,

when my angry emotions are storming up front,

to control what I think and do.

How can I live my life in peace,

and not see the woes paved on the painful path in front of my frail feet?

I must stalk the path of the living that always burn bright,

burdened by a waterfall of tears caused by my nonchalance,

never will anyone be proud of me

never will anyone be there for me.

I must prowl like a feline creature,

in the dark and imposing night

for the rest of my woeful existence.

Is it really that bad?

Yes

it always has been

you only notice if you really dig deep

into your mush of a consciousness,

like I did this week.

Stress heaps down on me like the stone to the powerful's tomb,

I am missing the sapphire from my ring

I am missing the feeling of joy and happiness

sadness has covered them like a heavy blanket of snow on a miserable Winter day

Will I recover?

Will I be optimistic once again?

Ever again?

I cannot see my future,

every step I take is into never ending mist

of confusion and judgement.

The truth is that life is like this,

no matter what I try,

no matter which being I look up to like a mountain,

in the end I will always fall.

Pulled down by all the woes.

Valentina Sekemoto