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By Emilita, Jun 17, 2016 | | |
  1. Emilita
    Don't let this world make you bitter. Don't let the actions of other people turn you cold on the inside. Certain things happen that hurt us, people come that leave us, and most of all there are moments when you're bound to fall. Don't let those things make you unkind. It's okay to cry. It's okay to be sad. But it's never okay to do other people wrong just because you were done wrong. We're human. We break. We make mistakes. But don't let pain and sadness run your life. Wake up in the morning and do what you think is right. There are moments in your life where you feel like giving up and you can't take it anymore. It's okay. Breath. Exhale. I know you're weak. But the things that show your weakness are also the same ones that make you stronger in the long run. It's all about taking whatever life throws at you and learning from it.

    - Unknown

    I found that above quote and l liked it, l don't know the author so credit can't be passed on.

    Tonight is not a good night, l find they are coming more common and more demanding on me. My mother has been dead for 19 years, the death of her anniversary was a couple of days ago. I ignored it because that is what l do with the problems in my life. I simply just turn off and ignore the issue, because it is easier.

    I wrote a poem once when l was a teenager about her death. Although many years have passed since it was written, l know the poem off by heart. It isn't profound or amazing, it doesn't match the beauty of words the many poets that have come and gone.

    Walking in hands held tight, your passive face
    The realisation

    The glass reflected, ghostly with a painted clown face

    Everyone remembers

    we were no there for long enough
    for the smell
    to creep under our skins
    but we were there long enough
    to remember it
    for the rest of our lives

    I have learnt the curves and edges of a poorly stitched goodbye​

    I read back on this poem and it could be better, it could be further developed, so many things l could add to it but l don't. I don't touch it or change it.

    i just continue to sit and wallow in my self-pity.

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  1. afriendoftina
    Great Post Em; I'm glad you decided not to edit your poem.

    You know recently, however corny it might sound, I have been writing poetry and I'm finding it unbelievably therapeutic and as much as I'd like to think it's decent writing, I know that it doesn't matter because that's not really what it's all about.

    Do you often write?
  2. AKA_freckles
    Emilita, I don't know your experience and I don't want to assume anything, but I lost my mom suddenly (ish) when I was young and it sounds like you did too. I wonder every day how much it has shaped me, and its a question I can never know the answer to. When I'm awful, when I'm detached, when I'm so mad I can't function. When I'm so sad I can't get out of bed. I will never know how this really affected me.

    Life is hard, mothers can be difficult, but not having one growing up is something very specifically isolating.
  3. prescriptionperil
    Excellent imagery, em.

    How sad to lose your mom so young. Perhaps on her birthday or the date of her death light a memorial candle.