I want to hit
a bucket of golf balls
hit them at midnight
off the front lawn
over the oak trees
into the stars
out towards the road
no one drives home
I want to follow
fighting the forest
give up the honor
beg for relief
pray against demons
swing at myself
put up a trophy
on the top shelf
I want to hurt
until I can heal
summon all sources
never revealed
face off the dark
follow the flight
of any ball hit
into tonight
Comments
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pray against demons?
maybe the praying
will help
maybe it won t
what will likely help most
is to get really angry
if you haven t already
i ve found that anger
if used in constructive ways
can be very empowering
maybe you could write it out
in a place no one can see
not sharing it with anyone
while the pain is fresh
----
most of all
maybe you can escape for a while
there s nothing like
the constant reminder
of someone who hurt you
to make the hurt last
all the longer
----
i hope you do heal
i hope we both do
----
then again
this was from january
so chances are
you re already better
at least i hope so -
Good
I really liked this poem. I found myself edging closer to my computer screen as I read the words.
my favorite part:
"I want to hurt
until I can heal"
good job.
Power to the pen,
-Jas.
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