She said an ugly word today
I heard it in my ear
Cold and cutting full of hatred
Though, is nothing for me to fear
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So pretty is her countenance
Her language, unexpected, stings
It must sit bitter on her tongue
To say such spiteful things
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She tries to take a bite again
To eat my heart up whole
The smell of sulfur rises strong
You cannot have my soul
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I touch her face, light and gentle
To tame her feral ways
Soft tears come flowing down her cheeks
The anger kept at bay
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Why rail at me, so strong and hard
I ask to understand
Because you’re there, she says to me
Holding my older hand
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Let us not fight my daughter, mine
For warm care, please do ask
When feeling sad, or down, or blue
In my love, you will bask
About the Creator
S.J. Frederick
I've been writing for a few years in my spare time. I'm trying to find my voice, though I'm not sure if I'll know when it's here. For now, I'm just enjoying the journey.
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If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
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Childish fits & tantrums, common to most if not all. Parental patience, love & compassion as we wish they always were, wish we would never once allow them to slip from our grasp, & always aspire to be. Simply poignant & beautiful.