From Unsafe to Safe

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There was a time in my life

When I felt tight

I saw my friends turning into my enemy in disguise

Stabbing my back

Abusing me

I was so in agony

I stopped smiling

I stopped listening

I stopped eating

I stopped meeting new people

All of sudden my world was lying into pieces

I could not rhyme my thoughts

I could not jog my memory

I could not dub like I used to

I could not kiss my mirror like I used to

I could be the kind of a person I used to be

Life was never that cruel

My mind became my ruler

It tossed me and twined my heart

For one time I decided to give up on soul in dark

I ate so many negative bites

That I ended up puking

My divine light and insights

It was all way back in 2009

Life came to hold

I wanted someone to caress me

And take me away from this globe

I kept on praying for long time

One night a wise man appeared in my dreams with divine light

He introduced me to myself one more time

I liked myself once again

I decided to close all my doors to their game

The evil was strong and it kept on knocking my door

In the form of angel from above

I was tricked one more time

But my family came to hold me this time

I learnt to be deaf to their plea

blind to their animosity

Dum to dub their stories

The safest place I found to live this life

Was my own heart whispering me one more time

Thousand words of love

Thousand thoughts of hugs

Thousand blessings to encounter

Guiding me to meet numerous people who enjoys  my company

But something inside me still scared to trust thee

May be a part of me died while I was struggling to be

A girl with modesty

 

5 responses to “From Unsafe to Safe”

  1. Beautifully written. The whole poem is a thought process, loved it 🙂

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  2. Reblogged this on waeelalgammal2014 and commented:
    I have an idea to be making a unified mind is connected strongly challenged the will and the physical reality

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  3. Reblogged this on wakemanclare and commented:
    the only way our children going to be safe is to return them to parents who are innocent from any crime to do with there children//and judgement day is getting closer

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  4. It doesn’t matter how many times we fall , it matters only to have the courage to raise up even brighter , i liked your poem 🙂

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