Aiyan Turley
Return to Innocence of my soul is to be in acceptance of darkness underneath the light. Life has U-Turns and sometimes second chances are the ones that will create redemption within ourselves. Always with Love in everything that breathes
W O R D S
W O R D S Across the land of nothingness was once treasured of hope and destination of love. The pieces have been torn apart by the damnation of vengeful and disparity. Many moons ago, the land of wondrous words lived happily and cheerfully. These miles of moments have gone to The river of grudge instead of the streams of forgiveness.
Aiyan TurleyPublished 2 years ago in Poets
Nothing
Nothing will ever be Compared to what you said Somewhere in between these pages to you It means Nothing ShalI ever change between these sheets
Aiyan TurleyPublished 2 years ago in Poets
U-turn (Pt. 1)
To resemble any person’s story is to start from the roots of it all. Growing up, it was not the typical Chinese family nor was I being submerged in loving and kindness. My father was a single dad divorced when I was four. A four-year-old not truly knowing the meaning of days, let alone being stripped away from my biological mother. Moving to the United States was the plan for my father since I was his care now. At the age of eight, I came to Los Angeles with boxes of trauma and trembling heart. However far away from my birth town and mother, the images of my father beating my mother were still encapsulated into my head while trying to adjust to things around me, the culture shocks!
Aiyan TurleyPublished 2 years ago in Psyche
Unwanted
Unwanted The first time I felt like a trash bag, blown away drifting and stained with filth and holes was the day I watched her go. Every year the celebration of the great existence and sacrifices of mothers around the world gets gifts, love and appreciation from their daughters and sons. Nothing indents deeper than having the notion of being unwanted by their mothers. Each year the gradual residue of her absence became the shield of my pain. Many times we forget the damaged particle within us by pretending they are dead. On days where I witness little girls with their mothers wearing matching sun dresses, I’d often pretend my doll was her. For some years until twelve I truly thought she abandoned me because I was a wicked little one, and was undesired and unwanted. There were questions flying through my scattered head, but no answers. I remember moving quite some times and each time it was farther and farther from her. Soon, her face almost completely melted away from my memories. It was such an ugly thing to admit, but I was relieved to erase her face.
Aiyan TurleyPublished 2 years ago in Humans
