Angela Elias Poet Rhyme

Weight of words

Whiskey fueled words, a father's flawed design
Cut deep that night, a lesion that still defines
At sixteen, I was young, vulnerable and afraid
"Lose weight," he said, as if love had a weight to trade

He made a bet, a twisted, drunken test
A crude sum he'd pay if I passed his cruel quest
To shrink myself, to fit his mold and frame
 Approval hinged on kilograms, a toxic, shameful game

"No one would want to marry you" words that stuck
A truth I'd found to be true, a heart that felt broken and rough
Now I hate mirrors, they show me the flaws
A constant reminder of the voice that says 
"You're not enough, you have to change, you have to be more"

The wounds linger, a fragile self worth's toll
A memory that whispers, "You're not whole."

I see the weight I've carried long
A burden lifted, a new strength I've found
I'm learning to love the skin I'm in
Still struggling but getting better, 
letting go of his sin

Intellectually I know, he was lost in drink and pain
and I am still finding my way, breaking the chain
Learning to love myself, flaws and all
Finding my voice, standing tall 

Even if at times I slip and fall
I am God's daughter after all

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Just James May 31, 2026 at 9:32 PM Congratulations.. you are already so accomplished..yet still growing into your true perfection...never stop sharing. Angela Elias June 1, 2026 at 6:52 AM Thank you Just James!

Jasen Ridley March 31, 2026 at 5:29 AM Another great piece you can feel these words! You're very talented keep sharing Angela Elias April 9, 2026 at 5:35 AM Thank you Jasen!

Valsa George March 29, 2026 at 8:51 PM An intensely moving poem. Parents may mean our good, but they have to be careful in using words- should check before uttering if they are words to build or destroy. Your father in drunkenness uttered words that destroyed your sense of self worth. But you have learnt to outlive such negative impact and has begun to trust in God's mercy. A beautiful poem. Angela Elias March 30, 2026 at 12:50 AM I appreciate you Valsa, I trust His mercy and grace emphatically. He is such a God of love! Thank you for your appreciation.

Andrea Dietrich March 29, 2026 at 10:59 AM Wow, how sad he did that to you; made you feel so worthless. I have a sister who would relate to this because our mom was hung up on thinness and my sister just wasn't built that way. I also know the struggles of weight loss and feeling like I never quite made it. Just a few times in my life I felt good about my body and that was at size 9/10, considered not even very great ! Your writing is beautifully authentic and emotive Angela Elias March 29, 2026 at 12:12 PM Hi Andrea I am sorry to hear that you and your sister had to experience such heartache. Heartache of any form brings compassion for others struggles. Thank you for your kind words. I do appreciate it. I am new to this platform and still learning so much. I have had a chance to read a few of your poems and they are exceptional!