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[aid] => mick
[title] => Lost Hope
[time] => 2006-02-16 17:37:05
[hometext] => This poem is soon to become a series of poetry telling the story of a girl fighting to hold on to hope but there is also a larger story behind it. -Hope- you enjoy this poem. It took alot out of me emotionally to write it. . .
[bodytext] => ********************************** I spend my life dancing in the pouring rain. Laughing at all this endless pain. Last chance running to keep the rain coming and I never want it to stop. Heart beat drops. I fall to the ground, but that’s okay, I’ll just stand up again licking my wounds. My strength will return soon. I live my life walking on broken icicles. Death follows me, a sickle in its firm grasp. Flirting with the reaper, calling out his name. Taunting for him to come closer and begging for him to catch me. I’m not insane and yet, far from mundane, I wouldn’t want this curious tender touch of fear to go away. This is my life, falling on broken ice, dancing in the rain, and feeling the pain. Shying away from the light that is embracing me. Taking tentative steps away from the things for which I long. What went wrong? Why am I so scared of being happy? With every word I say, I take another step away. Pushing you out and hiding behind this wall of lies and doubt. I waste my life sprawled on the pure white snow. A cookie cutter snow angel as my disguise, deceiving your eyes, feeding you lies. Starting to feel numb and paralyzed, immune to my own lies, for they deceive me too, to the point that I believe them too. I could be so much better. I’ve lost the hope that once was so strong. Self doubt is proving my heart wrong. Perhaps I should call it a night. Perhaps I should give in to this mental fight. I’m not who I thought I was, definitely not who I was meant to be. How can I be true to you when I have seemingly lost. . . I while away my life, wasting away behind a mask, knowing that when I’m happy, the feeling won’t last. My heart knows what it wants, but my head feels otherwise. This mask is hiding my face because I’m ashamed of all the lies and I’m running away. I can’t seem to look you in the eyes. I see you chasing me. I want to lose you, leave you behind but I also long for you to catch me, kiss me, and tell me it is alright. I fill my life with burning wood and it feels so good. Burning away foreign feelings until I’m filled with nothing but empty promises to myself and broken dreams I am to never mend. This face haunts me. I will it to go away splashing the water smooth reflection into ripples of momentary glimpses of hope; recollections of a life when I knew how to cope. Hollow heart beating out a slow shallow rhythm and I cry to the heavens, “Why must I be faced with the very demon of my depression? Must I will myself to face myself before I can carry on? Must I find my own beam of light before being handed a torch to rekindle the lost hope. . .?” ~Kortnie~ [comments] => 4 [counter] => 281 [topic] => 61 [informant] => justme03 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 18 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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