Mourning

A view into a stolen life

It’s currently 5 in the morning
And I am mourning
Who I was before you stole me.
You took who I was
and hid me in a place
I’ll never find my way out
of.

Reviews

[Dave]

You can't let someone hide you away. This is a very strong piece and you should be just as strong. Your writing should help provide you with and outlet for your sadness and depression. Hopefully you will continue and your writing will relieve some of your sadness.

Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

Loss of identity. Don't let anyone do that to you. Take a huge step of courage. Your poem is short but the words are powerful.

Chris

[Cas Murray]

Thank you so much, I know most of my work is depressing but sadly, its true sometimes

[Chris Shaw]

It is always good to express how you feel, however that might be.

[barleygirl]

This is a brief but powerful statement that creates an interesting comparison between “morning” and “mourning” . . . (I love word play). Many people feel exactly the way you’ve stated it here, so I applaud you for a realistic slice of life. But I have to disagree. Nobody takes away our strength and/or identity unless we willingly allow that to happen as a result of our own life choices. Sure, we do get submerged badly in some awful experiences, just as you describe in your poem, but the power is always ours to have, if we decide to claim it. Don’t blame others when every relationship is partly about our own choices, too. When we stop blaming, then we start owning our lives (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Cas Murray]

I couldn't agree with you more, living like is hard and i did for so long because i was to afraid anything else would make me uncomfortable. and then one day it just all changed. ((HUGS)) thank you for always keeping it real Margie :)