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Walking Backwards

Walking Backwards




I would trade anything
Not to have lived
The life I have lived
To feel in part
That I had played a part
That was me at least

Not to hit this wall
Not to feel so invisible
Not to look in the mirror
And see this unrecognizable recognizable stranger
Looking back at me

To have lived a life
So unmarked
So ordinary
Where every moment of happiness
Was not stained
In the dark black hole
Of my childhood memories

I would give anything
Not to feel like me
Just be able to turn my back on me
And simply walk away

Not to sense the stolen life
Still reaching out to me
Not to have walked this other
Trickster path of shadows
Confusion
Hurt and sorrow
Where love seems impossible
And life a pale ghost of isolation
Infects with its abused disease

To be able to stand up 
And face the troubles of life
With some sense of bravery
Dignity
Confidence
Security
In my ability to cope

I cannot cope

Change these lines
That are engraved in my palms
Won’t you please

To know each and every emotion is true
And not some aberration
Of skewed rejection
Not to hide away the awful truth
And keep myself from feeling ashamed
By other peoples embarrassment

I would like it if people tried to understand
I would like it if my family and friends
Really knew me
Instead of knowing they never will

I would like to feel that there was some hope
Some compassion for me
And those like me
Out there in the world
And not this
Awkward sexual misconstruction
Of silences
They care not to think about
How abused children later become adults
Disconcerted silences
Humiliated innocence

I would like not to be blamed
Any more

But most of all
I would like not to feel like me
I would like to be able
To just turn my back on myself
And simply
Walk
Away

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/27/2009 11:06:00 AM
I read this before but the soup ate my comment and I really wanted you to know how I feel about you. Each person that survives and doesn't follow into being a perp to me is a victory. They haven't won. That's the only thing that helps me do my job. You can never save everyone but some will walk a different path, pain filled and suffocating but not the life foretold by the evil.
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Date: 4/23/2009 2:49:00 PM
collin, there are so many who have been in the same boat, including me. It is possible to overcome these "events" I use the empathy gained from them to help others through. I made a list of my fears and attacked it. Light & Love and you are always appreciated here! soupmail if you like.
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Date: 4/22/2009 11:22:00 AM
I do not know the pain and scars you write of. I feel unbearably helpless as I read this. None of it is your fault, though it doesn't seem to matter here. You can never change the past,but you can create the future. You have so much beauty of soul, talent, kindness, honesty-you have everything you need to move forward, not backwards. If you need help(and don't we all) I say seek it.I know friends who have. Perhaps it will be a future love, the healing power of forever. Hoping for you. Shar xo
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Date: 4/22/2009 11:15:00 AM
You have found compassion, Colin. It thrives here at Poetry Soup. I was greatly moved by the sadness in your beautifully written poem. Unfortunately, we cannot simply "Walk Away." It's part of the challenge that life presents to us. But we can lean on our friends and cherish their support. Excellent writing! Love, cArolyn
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Date: 4/22/2009 9:06:00 AM
Unique and fervent. I editted MonaLisaWhy; see more pages. Thank you for your comment.
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Date: 4/22/2009 7:10:00 AM
A painful, heartbreaking poem, Colin...I was especially touched by the line that said that every bit of happiness was stained by a dark childhood memory......it proves once again, that the innocent child can be scarred for life by what is stolen from them those vunerable years..my tears fall for the burden of this soul..the self inflicting wounds. All one can say, is that the person behind those words is worthy,a beautiful spirit that must move forward...not backwards...forward..and find peace.
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Date: 4/22/2009 6:26:00 AM
Well I don't know if I would want to walk backwards into the my life and experience all the things that I had to go through. You really drew me into the piece and I can sense that some of the pain and misfortunes that you write about here are not some faraway experience that is foreign to you but in fact its your journey..loved it very much..keep on doing ya thing my brother.
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