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I Know It
This poem I wrote as a sort of response to the poem "Shackles of Pain." I had written the former during a time of stress and aguish, and then looked at it, appalled at my own self-pity. Then, this one came almost immediately, and so I wrote it down...it's not by any means my best, but again, each word we put on the page is a piece of us, a window into our soul...and I have no desire to cover this up.
I Know It
The emptiness, the heartache,
I know them.
The pain, the suffering,
I know them.
You are not alone in your strife, for I felt it too.
I died horridly. I was hated.
I was mocked. I was scorned.
What did you do?
I was beaten. I was bruised.
I was broken. I was torn.
Where were you?
They beat you, they mock you,
I know it.
They curse you, they tear you,
I know it.
I died for you. You hated me.
You mocked me. You scorned me.
Did I turn away?
You beat me. You bruised me.
You broke me. You tore me.
Did I leave you?
Why would I leave you now?
I wouldn't.
Why would I turn away?
I couldn't.
There is a peace for you if you will seek it in me.
It was always there. Give the pain,
the hurt, the scars, the tears to me.
I am always here.
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