Secretsoul
New member
- Joined
- Sep 4, 2013
- Messages
- 2
- MBTI Type
- INTJ
- Enneagram
- 5w6
Among the cluttered archives of my pensive
Lie the memories of a girl whom I once called "me"
Her eyes alight, luminous as the sun
But her figure grows dim with every breath that's drawn
The inquisitive mind's questions lie forever subdued
Her heart's inner-strength quietly accrued
The insistent cruelty claims her will as it's prize
embedding it's malice into her deepest of confines
Riddled with conflict, despair, and her newly affirmed host
Her identity peals, her former self now a ghost
As I cling to the memories of her one innocent form
A searing pain jets through me and I silently mourn
This girl pure as rain, is now all but gone
Her resolve, self-assurance, will, and life won
won by a cruelty too often bestowed on the meek
Teased and berated abused by her critique
She loves on in spite of her impending demise
Rendered by those she loves deeply with her bright eyes
The eyes reflect this battered and weary soul
The eyes that grow dim as she will never be whole
Damaged and beaten by life itself
The irony is uncanny, the toll it takes is real
The shell keeps going a pariah she is now
The inverse of a corpse she is the living dead
Why her heart keeps beating,
or blood flows through her veins,
Why she draws in breath or why she even has a name
is a questioning plea for someone to reclaim
This sobbing young soul from her everlasting flame
A torture so bitter she must suffer alone
A nomad by force with nowhere to call home
when all that is left is the fight she has in her
She's transformed into someone sullen and bitter
Calling out to the world in one last desperate scream
begging to reclaim the girl I once called "me"
Lie the memories of a girl whom I once called "me"
Her eyes alight, luminous as the sun
But her figure grows dim with every breath that's drawn
The inquisitive mind's questions lie forever subdued
Her heart's inner-strength quietly accrued
The insistent cruelty claims her will as it's prize
embedding it's malice into her deepest of confines
Riddled with conflict, despair, and her newly affirmed host
Her identity peals, her former self now a ghost
As I cling to the memories of her one innocent form
A searing pain jets through me and I silently mourn
This girl pure as rain, is now all but gone
Her resolve, self-assurance, will, and life won
won by a cruelty too often bestowed on the meek
Teased and berated abused by her critique
She loves on in spite of her impending demise
Rendered by those she loves deeply with her bright eyes
The eyes reflect this battered and weary soul
The eyes that grow dim as she will never be whole
Damaged and beaten by life itself
The irony is uncanny, the toll it takes is real
The shell keeps going a pariah she is now
The inverse of a corpse she is the living dead
Why her heart keeps beating,
or blood flows through her veins,
Why she draws in breath or why she even has a name
is a questioning plea for someone to reclaim
This sobbing young soul from her everlasting flame
A torture so bitter she must suffer alone
A nomad by force with nowhere to call home
when all that is left is the fight she has in her
She's transformed into someone sullen and bitter
Calling out to the world in one last desperate scream
begging to reclaim the girl I once called "me"
