Saturday, October 18, 2008

New Poetry

In The Darkness


A child alone in the darkness laid waiting for his footsteps to come,
Heard them come near wanted to run.

Alone in the darkness, built an imaginary world to escape the pain, wondering would anything be the same.

In the darkness crying alone, wanting comfort and arms that are safe, alone in the darkness his little waif.


Many nights laid in the darkness waiting for death to come, how many ways to become undone.

In the darkness laying for hours inside self wanting to die, for so many years, living and believing the lie.

In the darkness living a starving raped soul, hoping one day to become whole.


Years have passed, the journey has begun, it is time now to stop and not run.

Laying in the darkness the shadows of the past come calling, many nights dreams of falling.

Falling and falling with no end in sight, wake from sleep full of fright.

Feeling the shadows hands around the throat, wake from sleep wanting to choke.

The shadow breathes in the ear, wake from sleep again to not let him near.


The journey continues,no dark shadows haunt the sleep, no more in the darkness weep.

In the darkness peace is near, the darkness no longer a source of fear.

In the darkness alone crying no longer, since the journey began the heart and healing soul become stronger.


goooooood girl said...

Good good good......

Fleur de Bee said...

Hi Marie...just getting back to you. I am So busy it makes my head spin! Thanks for the visit...I am posting mainly from my creative blog but do the other one from time to time...

Off to read your poety. Congrats on getting published! That is so wonderful!! I read that a while back!

xx Molly

Marie said...

Thanks everybody! This was a VERY difficult poem to write. There is more to come!

Cherlee's said...

Hi Marie

Just stopped by and I have to say your poem brought tears to my eyes. I can't wait to read more. This is so deep and from the heart. Thank you so much for sharing. I will swing by again!

Cherlee's said...

Hiddy Marie

I just stopped by and I have to say your poem brought tears to my eyes. It's so deep and from the heart. I love your work. I will stop by again. Have a great day!

Patricia Singleton said...

Marie, I can feel your pain and the journey through it is well worth the effort. Going from victim to survivor to thriver is painful, frightening and freeing. Learning about personal power and learning how to use it is the ultimate freedom. Learning to love yourself is the key to freedom.