Pencil in hand, poised to write Deep within tears, amidst anxiety despite Here I am, slowly drowning in pressures under Pass this here, pass those there, I can't be sadder Even in late nights, I work down in the dark Buried knee-deep in it until dogs, in the morning, bark I expected more from you, I guess Because as all expectations go, it's broken, nonetheless Maybe that's just how it is, though I don't get it I know I'm stubborn but should you pound me to bits? Because I realized you'd make up stories until yours is defiant So go ahead, believe them all you want
For when decisions fail and trust shatter What more should that little light stay forever This is hard, to forgive when you know You've done nothing wrong but yours is the sorrow And then, you'd have to carry it towards tomorrow So I'll hope for nothing, not even rain on a rainbow Because pride is the battle won today When it is loft, you'll always have the final say When it is small, minute, and diminished You'd have to swallow what's left, further extinguished Even when it's all done for you, it will always be scant For you, your stories are the best, so believe it all you want
Fine—I am wrong and you are right In a battle of words, yours is the ultimate might Little do you know that words scar deep That stingy tongue of yours cuts too steep And you won't even know that the faintest heart is hurting So you keep going ahead, using faults as chips in winning Have you any idea that when it seems you've won that debate It's because we only decided to let your head inflate? To avoid pointless and circular arguments, we concede But you take glory to yourself, belittling brains all you need And fine—you are smart and our blades are blunt So what's stopping you to believe it all you want?
And it will be a miracle for you to understand It requires patience, perseverance, and God's helping hand Only Heaven's light can change you now With your heart too stubborn than mine, maybe guilt will gnaw Think about how careless the mouth could become When completely unrelated things suddenly come What if I let you know all these things I'm keeping How would you feel? Will it be worthy of forgiving? Even when I am cut with knives and mercilessly bleed I'll stay by your side, forgiveness I will heed People change, even when time is a crawling plant So, go ahead, claim your story and believe it all you want
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I, uh...
This is one of the personal poems I have written. I remember who I wrote it for but I don't remember why I wrote it. It's so angry and sad at the same time I feel guilty for ever writing this against a person.
Still, as someone who experienced verbal abuse throughout childhood, I know how hard it is. Nobody deserves that kind of treatment. It has taken a lot of me to share this poem and make it part of this collection. I hope you find your strength inside you as well.
How about you? What can you say about this poem? Comment below. :)
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