The girl crying under the ocean's bridge
Grew up too fast
When someone has experienced rejection by their mother, father, or family, they grow up, get out of the world, and search for someone to fill in that void.
I know this from experience;
I've had kids come to me, and latch onto me like I'm their mother,
Or like I'm their father,
Or that they can talk to me.
About tampons without shame or guilt,
Kissing their bruisers with my healer's touch,
I was a healer for their struggles.
I built makeshift worlds where imagination muses. I navigated storms where, I, too, had to hide. I must be a presentation of having a special aura of security and comfort.
Or maybe I just grew up too fast having to look after everyone around me
and pushing myself behind.
There were cords of responsibility attached to my soul.
I remember crying under the ocean's bridge because I had no one but myself to cry to~
I was that girl.
About the Creator
Kodah
- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Dark, Surrealism, Psychological, Nature, Mythical, Whimsical
~𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓹~
Comments (10)
So beautifully-penned! Bless your heart! Sending you a big hug! 💕
There were cords of responsibility attached to my soul. wow. ❣️ The "hurt" need these people and they are angels in human form.
So heartwrenching. Loneliness is a killer.
Very relatable. It's important to have healthy boundaries because of these experiences. Sending hugs. I love you convey concern and. Compassion for such children. ❤️
This was so poignant, emotional and relatable. It hit me so hard! Loved your poem!
So heartbreaking ❤️
Nice read
Oh Kodah, this made me so sad. You wrote it so beautifully. I am glad you've been there for other people and helped them, but I hope you have someone that you can turn to when you need support. This was a beautiful piece of work.
well written, this really inspires well done👌
Beautiful, Kodah. We can live many lives vicariously through relationships we build with other people.