Misery
Misery. It became me. It was me.
This poem shares how misery can live inside a whole family. It is isolating when each person is living in their own misery.
It only takes one to reach out from beyond their own misery to help heal them all.
Listen. Learn. Love.
The air in the room is thick with misery
On the spot they sit, the unstable state so slippery
Separated by walls colossal in their concealment
Hiding away too scared to reveal their bereavement
Taking cover in the shadowy darkness of themselves
The light aspiring to shine in blocked by miserable overwhelm
Separate rooms, separate walls, separate from one another
Misery lives within them all anticipation micro to recover
Fleeting desire to ascend the wall that abounds them
Minds desperately seeking how to no longer condemn
Division and rupture, a family in dissolution
Misery cutting them clean from a natural evolution
Who is to blame, if blame were to suit
Each pointing a finger in quiet disrepute
Suffering in silence for what has already been done
Can the damage be regressed, you’ll have to ask the only one
Isolated thoughts have the one feeling excluded
Every past memory cloud a reality concluded
They look to the one to become what she can not
Her seclusion a mess, her trashed mind unwilling to be caught
She knows life would be different if the pain was absolved
Her tough exterior not ready to be resolved
She knows that she must so she releases what she can
Hoping one day the conclusion will bring a new chance
Unwilling to go alone, though, she advances only slightly
It is all that must move forth, their conviction held tightly
Who is right, who is wrong, the walls upholding their miserable seclusion
What will come of their misery, only time will heal the confusion
This book came to be from every part of my life experience. Every heartache. Every hateful thought. Every self-loathing feeling. And, every bit of love that I denied to myself. In reading the words on these pages, my hope is you, too, recognise some parts of yourself and realise there is so much more to who you are than what you believe. Be open to what may come to you whilst you are absorbed in the heartache, the loneliness, the sadness, the misery, the hope, the reflection, the spirit and the love in this collection of poems and short stories.
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