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Echoes to The Heavens

Words that are hidden,

Ashamed that they even exist

The searing wetness of tears, burning like acid

Becomes a cause for shame.

Alone in the chaos, yet none can see

That behind the mask of joy

Exists only screaming agony, shredding at one’s heart,

Struggling to stay afloat in a sea of tears.

Storms darkening the skies, booming in the darkness,

The cold seeping in, threatening to quench the flame within.

Alone, not okay, yet none can see.

It is only a mask of joy that hides despair.

Night never ending, no guardian in sight.

Alone and afraid,

There is no one to hear.

No one hears the screams echoing to the very heavens.

Nothing to give, only a burden to those that exist.

Hope seeping out, ashamed to say,

Help.

3 responses to “Echoes to The Heavens”

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    The Mindful Migraine Blog

    sigh… this cuts deep… never be afraid to ask for help! Linda xx

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    1. Siearra Frost Avatar
      Siearra Frost

      It cuts deep because of how true it is. Our society is not the kindest and it seems to get worse every few years. Finding that person to ask for help from can be hard because you have asked for help and instead found judgement. Even from professionals, so you learn to scream into the darkness and you learn to mask from the world that is lets face it, cruel to those who are different. I never used to be afraid to ask for help from my chosen family. Yet strangers have struck me down so often and so hard you learn to not ask for it until there is no other choice. This is a learned behavior, one that I hope one day is no longer in existence. Sometimes, you just need to scream into the void and let the words out, and sometimes you get that one message that makes you smile and flips your day right around because someone heard you in that void.

      It is sad that society does not see how easy it would be to flip things around in impactful ways by just a small change in attitude. I may fear asking for help now, but i am not afraid to say that where people can see it. Words have power and well there is that butterfly effect thing. My poems tend to me pouring out the feelings that are overwhelming and making it so I can process them. I never used to share them.

      Your message today, is one of those messages that turns a light on in that void. Thank you

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        The Mindful Migraine Blog

        “Words have power and well there is that butterfly effect thing. – this is truth right there! xx

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