Fade Away

They say time heals all wounds
What of those which have been open for years?
These wounds will not heal
They only inflict tears

I watch the clock tick
My mind astray
Hoping that my heart will heal
That this pain will fade away

After all these years of mental torment
I have to let you go
Just the thought I have to, hurts
But you’re bad for me, deep down I know

I want to erase you from my mind
After years the pictures fade
So will the hurt and all of the pain
Caused by the sick mind games you played

I came last
What came first was your pride
I’ll tell them you hurt me
These bruises I won’t hide

I will move on
You will get high
It’s time for me to go now
Forever. Goodbye.

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  1. Hi Sara,

    Sorry to see you have left twitter but glad you still have an online home. I used to blog a long time ago and, reading your previous post, I understand a lot of what you said there.

    My thoughts are more tangled on your post here, despite the powerful imagery and wonderful writing behind it, so I shall simply wish you all the best!

    Colin / @tunrip


  2. Your poem makes me wonder who it was that caused you so much hurt. Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you to explain. One of the great things about poetry is that you don’t have to πŸ™‚ Hope you have a peaceful day πŸ™‚

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      1. Puss in Boots… Antonio Banderas. I am not that familiar with the entire show. It is unashamedly silly. Bonnie Tyler to finish it off was hilarious

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  3. Your words apply to so many things and people in my life. I have no clue what their body looks like, but I know exactly the sort of soul you dealt with. HUGS AS YOU WANT THEM! And you know what? You CAN heal those wounds.

    I’m so old and i finally figured it out. I spend a lot of time reminding me of what I am good at, how important and necessary I am, and my work is, and that i am not just good at some things but GREAT AT THEM; that I am not A NOTHING that only exists when those people want me for a thing. That I am not merely an extension of someone else. It’s taken me 26 years to get to the point where I can see progress. BUT OH YOU KEEP FIGHTING THE LIES THAT PERSON/PEOPLE TAUGHT YOU ABOUT YOU.

    You are a shining beacon on a hill, dear! Your example here leads others to the wholeness you seek together WITH YOU. I am SO GRATEFUL to have found your blog. It’s an honor to meet you.

    ~Toad (aka M.T.Noah)

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    1. Hey Toad, thank you for reaching out to me on here and the email you sent (I will reply to that, promise!) I am glad that you realise your worth and that you refuse to let other make you feel any less than great. Thank you for the hugs, they are always welcome. I appreciate that you came along, you seem like a genuinely lovely person and it is my pleasure to meet you.

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    1. Philip, turn the memories into useable skills for now and into the future. I think like the alchemists back in the ancient times – those memories and experiences are lead – toxic to the body, mind, and spirit.

      But our job is to TRANSMUTE that toxic substance into a much more sublime and beneficial substance – gold. Obviously not literally.

      But by carefully sitting with and accepting THIS SXXT happened. What good thing did I learn because of it? Sometimes it’s not so glamorous. Such as, “oh so THOSE are the behaviors that indicate an abuser’s mindset. Now I know and will immediately cut and run when I see those.”

      It’s hard to do. Because it requires us to really sit with and own the pain. But I believe in you! If I can manage it, sir, with my severe allergy to pain, I am SURE someone with your self-awareness will have no problem!

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