Voodoo Doll

Pain in love and forgiveness

Voodoo Doll

Twist me,
Break me
Love me or hate me,
You’ll never find another heart like mine.
A heart that loved you without condition,
That gave, even when it was breaking,
That waited, even while being forgotten.
But you treated me like a voodoo doll.
You scorched me with your careless words,
Pierced me with the blades of your lies,
Twisted me with your cruel games,
Then cast me aside as if I never mattered.
I bore the pain without a sound.
Each needle you pressed, I wore in silence.
Each wound, each scar. I carried with one hope:
That one day, you might see the love still glowing in my shattered chest.
But hope has limits.
And I… I am not your toy.
Not your canvas for cruelty,
Not the outlet for your storms.
I am a soul. A heart. A person.
And I will not be your voodoo doll anymore.
So twist me, break me, if you must
But this is where I rise.
I will gather my broken pieces
And walk out from your darkness.
Because love should never hurt like this.
And I deserve to be more
Than a voodoo doll in someone else’s hands

Reviews

[Saumya]

Hello Vikrant!
It's been long since I last read or reviewed any of your writing, and I'm really delighted to have seen this one in my News feed today.

Firstly, to start with, I really like the apt metaphor you used for the poem's title, and the justice your words, your poetry had done with it, is commendable, truly.
Secondly, in a world like the one we live in today, there hardly are men who prefer writing about the intricate aspects of a woman's life, and that that too, so eloquently that the reader after completing reading the poetry, is filled in awe that it isn't written by the person of the same gender! To catch and understand the emotions of the other gender is complicated , and I'm really glad, that you've bother understood and expressed it well, devoid of any masculine judgement here! The disgust, the hopelessness, the disappoint..all feel so fresh with your words, as if it's really a woman's perspective expressed by a woman.

Lastly, and most importantly I'm really glad as a woman that there has been finally
a someone who opted the topic to write upon, which is and has been most disgusting for women of all ages and time, but instead of voicing up against these issued, women ironically get accustomed to it, and tolerate the sin, that sadly shouldn't be, and the most pathetic part, they try normalising the same for the other generation of women, telling the that the same happend to them, and they settled for it, si that should do the same.And for those, who don't settle for it, are easily labelled 'indecent' and etc etc by the people they are surrounded with

I really don't understand, why when it comes to justice, women come at last? When it comes to priority, women come at last? When it comes to taking responsibility, women are expected the higest, and there efforts aren't seen?
Our society really needs to update their mindset regarding women, and the women specially!
She's the creator, she's the nurturer, she's the element, everything revolves around, and no what what the world has,it will always be incomplete without a woman!
And we still insult her, ignore her, disrespect her, and expect her to be a goddess to us! Sorrily, even God needs atleast a human to worship him/her if anything not superior to them, then why us human can't be human to a human who is being more than human to us when it comes to devotion, dedication, and compassion?

A tremendous masterpiece, crafted wonderfully .
Kudos

[Vikrantsingh]

Thank you, Saumya Yes, I was not so busy that I could have posted a new poem in the last 8-9 years, but I'm thrilled to have myself back on this forum. I used to visit the site occasionally, but as for dropping a comment on my poem, it means a lot, and I do appreciate your support and enthusiasm.

Indeed, women are a very delicate topic; most men would never highlight or try to express her perspective. I just had a thought. What if I proceeded to write the phrase as if it were a spontaneous expression of my emotions? I used to write poems offline, but not that frequently.

I will keep on posting more of such work often and give everyone time to rethink: is it really possible? Is this really happening around us? I enjoy addressing delicate subjects and adapting accordingly.

Lately, I would like to know about you. How's everything at your end? How's life treating you? I hope all is well.

[Saumya]

Good to know. And I feel topics like these need to be presented and discussed more.
Idk why but WC isn't the same anymore, the people aren't much responsive here as they once used to be, Ads pop up more, scammers and fake accounts are all over the place, ruining everything all the time. I took a break, and came after a couple of years, and a lot has changed, infact nothing is the same here as it once was.

Everything is fine at my end, and I'm doing fine, Vikrant. thanks.

Happy writing