Poems to heal the pain

Wow, that's a pretty dark poem and I'm sorry that you feel that way. :icon_sad: I hope you're feeling better (*hug*)

I wrote a poem about how I feel about my friends but it also deals with some sexuality/gender labels and stuff. It's a little more obscure about that sort of thing but it's there.

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Everyday we sit under the maple tree
The wind chilling our arms and legs
We smile and laugh and talk
Convince ourselves that we’re all on the same team
We have each other’s backs
But we dance around the lies we tell
With big eyes and closed lips
Our secrets will only damage the imaginary bonds that keep us together.

We are a royal court
Of a kingdom that we cannot see
We have ladies and duchesses and lords and dukes
Knights and scholars and marquesses and maidens
A harlequin
And yes, Your Greatness
The queen of a kingdom she doesn’t know exists
Her passionate, sparkling eyes of many colors track movements
Watch behaviors
Her affections are sought out, but cannot be won
Especially not by a lowly knight.

Our system is broken
We convince ourselves that it can work
While we stand under that maple tree
With the wind chilling us around our knees
The ladies adorned in their finery
Bright colors
Flowery skirts
And flashing jewelry on throats
They pretend that they can get along
But the claws at each other’s throats
Are not invisible.
I’m not one of them
Yet I manage to be wedged with them
The past never seems to leave me
That’s another story, though.

We manage to keep the hounds across the way
In their chains
But the lying and masks and fake bonds
Never stop
We’ve become a special hybrid of them
We look like a different species
But deep down, we’re the same bird
Just different feathers.

The cracks become more defined every day
And every day Your Greatness’s subtle rule becomes clearer
All follow her
Her rule is not a dictatorship
It suffers from being unknown
She is fair to all
But she manages to harm more than help
Those that feel for her
Never will express those feelings
She’s too high in the rankings
Too unapproachable
Surrounded by a force no one understands
Maybe that’s just my point of view.

I sit and observe
Blending in the background
Refusing to be forced in a label I don’t belong in
I dream of
Breaking out of this circle of pain and being free
Not expected to be anything
No labels
No rejection
No expectations
Just free.

 

So here's a couple of poems that hopefully you can relate to?

Look at the dawn
On the mirror it glows
The sun rising high
Through the window it grows
Light falls upon
A sleeper all warm
Wondering why
They were different when born.
The sleeper they wake
And look into the light
Fearing the day
And missing the night
Wishing the time
When they’re finally free
Hoping to wake up
As someone to be
The real, the deal
The sinner they are;
Oh new dawn light
Why travel so far?
Why not keep darkness
So no-one can see
The golden glow mirror
That does not show me?
The face of a man
And the body that’s known
As the world, they will see
Only what they are shown.
They react to the cover
And not to the book
And yet never see
How regardless they look
That a person in sadness
Will often conceal
The truth of their person
And how they must feel.
Instead people look at
The mask that is shown
Two empty eyeholes
In a face not my own:
Of the boy who lied
And tried to hide
The girl inside
Who always cried.

Or how about the reactions to coming out?

Why do you stab me
Again and again
With your slimy forked tongue?

I have nowhere to run
As you beat me down
With words that break my heart.

I try to respond and
To hold my own
But you force me into a corner.

There is nowhere to turn to
As you don’t strike so
The evidence is inside and unseen.

They don’t listen, they won’t listen
Because a kid being beaten
Is more important than being bullied at home.

And you turn round and blame me
For all the wrongs in your life
You filthy, self-loving hypocrite.

You have taken me from my dad
And taken my life from me
But you still are not happy for all your greed.

Alone, I curse you and I long
To leave you or harm you
But I find it hard to do either.

I keep out of your way if I can
But even for this
You accuse me of terrible crimes.

Bitch. You have all the supporters
And still spin stories
Leaving me to cry into my pillow.

I have no future, I am conceited and
Worthless, stupid, wrong but
These false names take a deadly toll on me.

Wasting away by your mouth I suffer a thought that
You can choose your friends but not your family.
Mother.

Or maybe there's one to be at peace with yourself?

There is a wall, a barrier,
Between the world and me.
People cannot view inside,
But from within I see,
Outside is such a busy place,
But here I am free;
I can, inside, soar through the skies,
Or sail a crystal sea.

BONUS Here's one to motivate all you out there who are feeling run down.

Songs that sound so deeply rarely sing themselves to sleep.
There’s a time to mourn your loss and there’s a time to reap.
Dwell you not upon your thoughts and worries of your mind-
Look instead into your soul, and welcome what you find.
Even in the darkest pit, hope is ever found.
So as you sink upon your knees when beaten to the ground,
Keep fighting with the strength you have, to rip and rend and tear.
Even though you may be lost, your heart is never bare.
For on you’ll run through barren hope and ever deeper care,
And you’ll find what you’ve been fighting for:
what only you would dare to try and win.

Hope you like them! It would be amazing to see everyone else': The ones already here by Art and Redbeauty are really powerful! =^.^= x

 

Those were all really powerful poems that evoked a lot of emotion.
This won't exactly heal any pain...but it's an expression of my pain at certain moments. I'm not a very good writer, but-

“I’ll make you miserable
You don’t deserve this- You don’t deserve anything”
Said my mind
Oh, but I do, I said. And my mind laughed in my face.
“No.” It said, “Tell me what makes you worthy.”
And I thought and thought, but no words would come.
“You don’t deserve a thing”
Oh, but I do, I repeated. But its cruel laughter echoed inside of me.
Eventually breaking every part of me
If there will only be pain, then wouldn’t it be better, to feel nothing?
It was right; and I slowly embraced the emptiness.
And nothing is what came.
Now devoid of emotion, ambition- motivation;
There is nothing substantial to live for.
The dreams, the fears, the hope, the pain-
Is but an illusion, to fill the hollow deep inside of me.
I am nothing. I am nothing.
If I have no dreams, what am I living for?
If I have no fears, I do not fear death.
If I have no hope, then I have nothing-
If I have no pain, then I cannot feel;
I am not human- I am nothing
“Nothing”
Repeated the mind; the ghost of its sinister laughter still haunting what was left of me.

 

You're cute and small,
you've got it all.
All that I wish was mine.
"I'd trade you, now,
no matter how,
and I think that would be fine."
I know you think,
that as you wink
and flirt with life at hand,
that you could hold
until you grew old,
my dysphoria, no matter how grand.

*blush* that one's not so great...
but it rhymes!

This is an old one about taking on other people's opinions of my personality. INCLUDING my trans nature.

It's days like these where I lose myself.
When the pressure above me
Cold presses a shelf
Of my head and my shoulders
On top which you lay
All your burdens and scaldings
To be carried away.
I've no reason to drop them,
No reason to run.
I've done this myself
And before you are done
There won't be my shoulders
With weight in excess.
For when I am done
I'll just be your mess.