In response to Poppy’s January prompts. Check out the link below!
It’s 2 a.m.
Super late, or is it super early rather?
Insomnia at it's peak
Can't sleep, feeling weak,
Staring at the bullet holes in the door.
Thinking about my shitty patchwork
In this quilt of shame I've made.
Trying to piece back together what you broke,
Is like trying to put together a puzzle
When half of the pieces are upside down.
Confused at how, I'm aware that I'm the victim
In this situation,
Yet I'm the one who feels guilty,
Like it was my fault.
Then I remember what my mother used to tell me,
“You're resilient as a dandelion, don't you ever forget”.
And in that moment I decide you don't control me anymore,
I release the fear and pain of all that is you.
Forgiving myself for not walking away from you sooner,
Shedding pounds of shame
Like the shrinking of a Babushka doll
As she sheds to her most petite of sizes,
Free of all that added burden and weight.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
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Comments (7)
Oooh this was incredibly well done! "this quilt of shame I've made" is an awesome line! I love the simile of the dandelion's resilience and these two lines: "Shedding pounds of shame Like the shrinking of a Babushka doll" This entire poem is just so well crafted!
Brilliantly & beautifully written!!! Love it!!!💕❤️❤️
Trying to piece back together what you broke, Is like trying to put together a puzzle When half of the pieces are upside down. These lines hit me so hard! Your poem was so poignantly beautiful!
So cleverly written with all five prompts. “ Then I remember what my mother used to tell me, “You're resilient as a dandelion, don't you ever forget”. And in that moment I decide you don't control me anymore, I release the fear and pain of all that is you.” What a wise mother… so true!
Terrific. Free that fear! Great job Tressa. 😊👍
Sad, yet beautifully written. Well done.
I sincerely hope this is non fiction (Or at least the end part) So well done Tressa and so sad bu hopeful at the same time 🤍