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One Of A Kind

What Healing Looks Like

By MezmurPublished about a year ago 2 min read
Sonya D. Fisichella

You looked in my eyes and said "I hate you," when your words were not enough, you tried to end me

Tears streaked my face as you beat my head, a pounding ache inside my chest

You called me "whore," when I messed up once

Said I did too much... now I'd pay the price

What did I do? Why do you hate me?

You encouraged me when he promised love, turned and mocked me when he took too much

Called me dirty and muffled out my sobs

Said I might as well let him have it all

No one else would want me, if they knew the truth

I was sixteen then, he was twenty-two

I believed you when you said he's the one and each time someone else came along

You wished me dead

You tried to kill me

When that didn't work, you tried to break me

Called me loser, fat and lazy

When I cried for help, you called me crazy

But why do you hate me? What did I do?

I'm just trying to live... don't you know that I'm you?

All the lies you believed made me toxic and weak

All the while that poor girl was soul-crushed underneath

As a hurt people she hurt people

And now she's the woman crying under the steeple

She was never accepted in your critical eyes

But now I see the way how she met her demise

She was worthy of love, but a tragedy broke

When she listened to you treat yourself like joke

Now she has more "I'm sorry"s she is needing to give

She broke many a heart on her way to forgive

And she spoke many words in a bitter type way

And she hurt ones she loved and she lost some, few stayed

But she's trying so hard, don't you see how she prays?

And she's not given up, though she's lost in the maze

And she's crying to God asking Him would He stay

And tell her what she's worth as she's running the race

Oh but, speak life to her and don't beat her again!

Stop.

Can't you remember the little girl she has been?

She had stars in her eyes and wore butterfly wings

Breathe.

Speak. Life. Over. Me!

You are beautiful.

You are also imperfect, and you've made mistakes

But God's been there every time your heart breaks

Sweet girl, stop and think before you talk

And stop, turn, run, don't self-destruct

You have a huge capacity to love

It was given you from God above

But don't use that power for yourself

Love itself does not seek its own

But your heart is deceitful, so come on home...

I accept you, forgive you for all that you are

And I'm sorry I hurt you, I left many a scar

And you should've gone dancing

And you should've worn shorts

And you should've known how much you truly were worth

Though you'll make more mistakes

I will nourish your mind

I will cherish you, girl...

We are one of a kind.

Free Verseslam poetryStream of ConsciousnessElegy

About the Creator

Mezmur

Rooted in Christian faith yet unafraid of human fragility, Mezmur writes as both survivor and worshipper. Her work invites readers to breathe again, to see that even in the deepest silence, Love remains.

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  • Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago

    Wow D.S. this was outstanding and I felt every word. I love that the mention of the steeple was a foreshadow to where you would go to seek refuge later. Your ability to convey your thoughts and feelings and pull at our emotions is a skill that I am always pleased to come in contact with, and you’ve got it. I like even more that this was a poem written to yourself, how you talked about what others have done to that sweet girl, and how you ran back to yourself to run back to God. Amazing. I like that you also used the expression on your face to bring a second layer of depth to your words, great attention to detail. Well done D.S. 👏🏽👌🏽♥️

  • Komalabout a year ago

    Ohh! this hits like a tidal wave—so raw, so unapologetically human. It's a mirror, a reckoning, and a healing prayer all in one. You capture the gut-wrenching fight with self-loathing and the fierce journey to self-love like no other. Every line feels alive, breaking, and rebuilding simultaneously. Honestly? This piece shouts survival, hope, and that deep, hard-earned kind of grace. Stunning work!😊✨

  • Dawuda Hardi about a year ago

    good one please Ma did you received something like this? 10 — as soon as you publish ten stories on Vocal. $5 — as soon as you like 15 random stories on Vocal. $50 — as soon as you publish 50 stories on vocal

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