Shattered Glass Life After Abuse

All My Own is a poem about dealing with wanting something for yourself when you have been deprived of so much. Asserting your needs, expressing your wants, are things that are normal human actions but after extreme neglect and abuse these supposedly simple times can be perplexing, emotionally draining and regardless of the end result you are left exhausted... so often are also the people in your life. By Narcoleptik on deviantART Guilt Crowds My Company. Selfish One wants all her own. Let me have it. Do not touch. Taking care of it. Eat my lunch. Isolated - stands alone. All forlorn, but she’s grown. It will burn in the end. Stubble and hay, they pretend. Let me have it. Do not take. Wanting some of it. Have some cake. Feelings hurt for a thing. Words just spent, left a sting. Babbled sounds were not heard. Growing anger is a verb. Let me have it. Do not leave. Biting upper lip. Watch it bleed. Never can some ...

Alone - something that we never are,  but so often "alone" feels true. God says, "I will never leave you or forsake you," therefore, in reality I am NEVER alone. But ... But... We all have our own answers to what comes after that word. Sometimes when I feel as though I am trapped, stuck, can't get out...that I am alone. I want to adventure, I want to be with people who want to be with me, I want to see what is out there. But... Again, I am stopped. I have an exception. I have a pinnacle turning point that is specific to me. Forgery, formed of flesh and filled with my being. Yet I am floating in a quasi-plane of knowing. Dipped, spiraled, tumbled. Until I land in the cell, door slammed, key turned. Locked away--my penalty for surviving. Existing in the midst like a mirage, Any moment, the pendulum swings. Parallel worlds, simultaneously misunderstood. Strong, yet fragile. Brave, yet broken. Passioned, yet deflated. How do so ...