Through the Years of Pain
“Sing in me muse, and through me tell the story”
Tell me the story of a young girl,
A girl who doesn’t understand her worth
Who basks in depression
But exercises to release pain
Every muscle she has gained is a result of everytime she has been wronged
Everytime something goes wrong she throws herself into something new
She threw herself into her passion,
Her sport
Her skating
Every glide represents the pain she’s faced
Every spin represents the strength she wishes to have
She isn’t like most however,
She went for something which to her felt like shooting for the stars
She went for something most people would consider crazy
A perfect skating season
And when many left her when she tried for something society considered crazy
She stopped dead in her tracks
And looked behind her
She looked at the world differently from that day
For she realized one thing
Her sanity would never come back
And she was stuck with the broken remains of people who were with her in the past
Oh the past
Something she would dwell on for the rest of her life
With how much physical strength she has you think she would also be emotionally strong
However as she takes one long look behind her she breaks like a crumbling statue
She sits there sobbing as the winds change
Realizes the dark side of solitude
She experiences grief
Her aunt moves away, friendships changed
And it was a hard period in her life
For she had been betrayed by who she thought she could trust
For it felt like the world was spinning out of control
Her mind racing, her heart thumping
She tried to pick herself up again but her legs felt heavy
So what more could she do but just sit there and sob
The pain enfolded her like a blanket of cacti
In sorrow she heaved herself upright and ran.
Ran till her legs could give out
Everything inside her told her to stop but she ran
For she wanted the physical pain to match the emotional pain
And the emotional pain would soon break the balance
She rushed home for she realized her mistake,
She stood there staring, for a good reason too
Her house had been burnt down so she was bluer than blue.
She rushed inside with confusion
And came out with anger
One thing was for sure
She was bound to seek revenge.
Copyright © Genevieve Scythe | Year Posted 2024
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