𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬: "Are we gonna be alright?" By Asliah Baute

Published by: Dezayra Mae Rustia

Date Published: September 28, 2023

Time Published: 9:20 AM

Category: Poetry

Subject: Childhood Trauma

Solitude was my remedy, cloistered within walls of ice constructed by my own;

unwillingly concealed from the sight of an empathetic soul.

Unable to squirm myself free,

I would love to burst out my two-dimentional penitentiary.

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Eyes shut, I consoled my heart tangled in a maze of lies, diverting my hatred towards the unknown god.

Howbeit, invective, I scorn alike,

I suppressed my pernicious anguish.

As my rage obscured my judgement,

I toppled into an abyssal trap.

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These unexplainable thoughts forbid my tongue to let out cries,

concluding everything but no words

can express how difficult it is to manage the emotional distress I feel;

it cannot be defined by just mere useless words.

My soul is burning with anger,

I can feel the child in me lurking—

waiting for apologies, the past still haunts me,

and thinking about it makes me tremble in fear. All I could do is wait and bide one's time.

How long must I keep on living in fear of you?

Will the fog of this abhorrence disperse to

reveal a swarm of butterflies that will scatter the pollen of salvation?

I crave of waking up with the ability to shed

this dead skin of torment and a body that is able to heal from the scars of the past.