It's easy to say what we're good at.
Almost impossible to accept what we're not.
I'm really good at remembering things
that everyone else seems to have forgot.
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Forgot? Or just ignored?
I'm bad at letting go.
Usually, people don't say stuff like this
but I'm not afraid for people to know.
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I'm not afraid of sharing anything.
I will never use fear as an excuse.
My heart and mind fight every day
while I'm told "There was no abuse."
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I've been hurt in ways you won't acknowledge.
I have scars that can never be touched.
My red flag to you is that I'm no longer quiet...
you accuse me of being too much.
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Do you want me to keep them all hidden?
No one remembers, so it must not be true...
"Get it all out, so it never comes up.
Just tell me how awful I was to you."
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"Why didn't you tell me sooner? "
"If it was a problem, address it then!"
"I've said that I'm sorry, what more do you want?"
"I can't help I have poor taste in men."
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The problem is that when I've spoken...
you've never really heard what I said.
I cried, and I cut, and I bled it all out...
but apparently... it was all in my head?
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Why are my experiences minimized?
"Your home life wasn't so bad."
"You had what you needed. I kept us afloat."
Is it normal to always be sad?
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Are the scars on my body a sign of love?
A sign of being safe in a home?
Is it normal to feel like I'm better off
being completely alone?
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So yes, I still remember it all.
I'm afraid I'll always keep
the memory of those powerful words
that made me cry myself to sleep.
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Trust me, I wish I could forget...
It's not pleasant in my head.
The memories you seem to have...
don't ever align with what I've said.
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I guess that makes me crazy...
and you're the one who's right.
That's seemingly the goal for you
in every single fight.
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My red flag is I'm too honest.
I'll say it with my whole damn chest.
Call me the bad guy and twist up my words
and I'll still wish you the best.
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Somehow explaining the damage
seems to make you think I'm unkind.
Sometimes I think my red flag to you
is that I had the power to wash out my mind.
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People forget I was sober.
They forget I was clear in my head.
I wonder if anything would have changed
if they knew where their choices had led.
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You told me to get it all out...
you never want to hear it again.
I hope this is all that you wanted.
I hope this will make it all end.
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At the end of the day, we all have red flags.
I wear mine displayed on my chest.
My red flag is that I'll never forget...
my green flag is that you're addressed.
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In fact, I'm always working...
I won't keep it in anymore.
I'm using my voice in all of the ways
and becoming someone I adore.
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I wish you'd believe when I tell you,
but I'm honestly tired from trying.
because when I say what I have been through
I guess you feel better pretending I'm lying.
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About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH4 days ago in Critique
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I love the red flag/green flag contrast it's so strong.
Get it gurl! You blazed this piece! Fierce, strong, eloquent & bold! I love it! 🫶🏾💪🏾💕
Top poem, Sara. It deserves to be recognised, but the Poet community don't seem to like rhyming poetry much. Great words, lovely flow and such deep sentiment. An excellent piece.
Your poetry always feels so powerful! This one actually made me cry. I cherish honesty, and yours is so damn heard here darling 💛 Shout it, scream it, let it out My ex-fiance literally said to me last month "Me not hearing you was intentional." haha... while were talking red flags, I laugh at inappropriate times, and yeah, it's probably nervous at times and forced at others, I definitely feel uncomfortable with myself right after the forced laugh though
Felt it Sara. Superb choice of words. And it all felt in a flawless ryhme. Amazing @Sara Wilson
Well written Sara. I’m a bit more guarded about things. Frankly, because I feel it’s not anybody’s business. But I’m not afraid to talk about things either. I do know what you mean when you say that they forget. Because I’ve been through that myself being the little seven-year-old boy whose head was shoved into a wall and kicked around and stuff. As I grew up I was told, “yes he was rough on you. But you turned out good. Maybe if he wasn’t so rough on you, you may have become a drug addict.” I don’t comment back to things like that. I just think to myself, “I would not have become a drug addict. But I do have athescars in my mind because I remember, even if nobody else does. I remember.” So, I related very much to what you wrote here.
👀 😘Well Written 📝
I don't forget things either, so it's very difficult for me to let go. I too am brutally honest, and wear my red flags on my chest. This was so relatable. Loved your poem!