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Best Poems Written by Natasha-Jayne Wigley

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My Father, Who Art In His Heaven

You can't say that we didn't try

To open up to you,

But in spite of the tears we cried

There's nothing you would do

To try to save what we should have,

The fault was never yours

We lay our hearts out on the line

But, no - 'I'm not the cause.'

Someday you'll look back and see

In you we can't invest,

We need to move forth and be free,

And finally get some rest.

Goodbye, adieu, auf wiedersehen,

We shall not meet again.

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Don'T

There's something about you I cannot escape,

Your eyes tell a story that I need to know,

My heart is rapidly losing its shape,

Wondering how I can ever let go.

My head reminds me that you're out of reach,

My soul disagrees and makes me believe,

I don't wish to burden, I don't wish to preach,

But please never go; forever I'd grieve.

You brighten my days and offer release

For the tricks my mind plays and the lies it can tell,

I'll stand by your side and keep you at peace

If you promise to stay here and help keep me well.

Nothing is worth it, and nothing is right,

If on our friendship you say goodnight.

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Be Free

I know you're scared, but you can't have it both ways.

You want to have your cake and eat it too but gluttony is a sin and the salvation is honesty.

Sometimes I too experience a flicker of fright at the thought of the sight of what we were all taught to accept.

We were told, 'the truth shall set you free.'

But how much truth were we told and how much freedom did it bring?

I know you're scared.

We were threatened with violence if we stepped out of line and promised an eternity of much more.

We were taught to embrace these threats and sing praise to the one who cast them.

We witnessed accounts of rape, stoning and murder and we lapped up the narrative that these were absolute truths.

No matter how much we hated it, if we broke the rules we were headed for fire and the burning desire in us to avoid that pain forced us to listen.

We lay in bed at night believing the heathens we loved were doomed for torture and somehow nobody saw it as child abuse.

I know you're scared.

It's not easy to admit to yourself that all the things you've come to know are merely the result of all the things you were prevented from knowing.

Heaven is a rock, Hell is a hard place, and you are stuck in the mud of purgatory.

I know you're scared, but you don't need to be.

Humanity is shackled to religion and you are the key.

You've spent your life wondering what it will be like to meet your creator, but you greet your reflection several times a day - mission accomplished.

I know you're scared, and it may never go away for good - but it's time to let good win.

For the truth to set us free, we must first set truth free - ready, set, go.

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The End

Do you hear the tick, the tock,

The end creeping to steal you away?

Watch intently the hands of the clock,

As the sky fades from blue to grey.

Spring turns to winter, and dawn to dusk,

Every second that passes may be one too late,

As you feel yourself rot from skin to husk,

Your regrets begin to infiltrate.

A life wasted and never spent,

A tragedy beyond compare,

You can't reverse nor can repent,

Eternity has you in its snare.

Take this as a lesson, my friend;

Don't put it on hold - don't wait 'til the end.

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Ever Growth

The dawn breaks into tiny pieces,

Shatters into dust,

In a flash my heartbeat ceases,

Life cruel and unjust,

Memories of days with you,

Bittersweet and lust,

Everyday your love decreases,

In you, I cannot trust.

Falling from the grace of Heaven,

Numb and incomplete,

I'd swim across the River Severn

For you to repeat

The words you once whispered so soft,

With which I can't compete,

Time stands still - it's now or never,

To erase deceit.

My heart is broken, six feet down,

You leave me here for dead,

To break my soul I shan't allow,

For too long I have bled,

I will not falter, will not bow,

On I you cannot tread,

I'll stand 'til I'm below the ground,

In my wooden bed.

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Grounding

You won't know what it's like to heal until you can feel gravity,

Until the cavity in your heart takes skin from your soul and grafts itself anew.

See, once you've had a little taste of trauma, you expect it for every meal, and you keel over in pain when disdain isn't there for comfort.

Anxiety becomes your security and depression your delight, you fight to stay down because nothing else is right.

Nothing else is real.

But one day, you say 'enough' - I'm tougher than this and bliss is where I want to be.

Free and unafraid, justice will be paid as you stare darkness in the eyes and the lies in your head fall away.

You are more than what you have been told. You are bold and unashamed.

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Try Me

How do you live with pain?

You wake up every morning, back sore and nerves burning.

The pressure in your head binds you to the bed and you beg your own body for mercy.

Your neck feels like a train wreck as you clamber to your feet, and you greet the tightness in your chest with heart-wrenching defeat.

As the day progresses, the pain only gets worse, you notice every stab and tingle, you scream, you cry, you curse.

But one emotion under the pain beats all of the above - you are in control, to live, to laugh, to love.

The ball is in your court.

So many wars you've fought - you can always fight one more.

How do you live with pain?

You don't.

Pain lives with you.

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Anxiety

Patience is a virtue,

Not one that I possess,

My psyche wants to do the work,

My body wants to rest.

It started in October,

A mere five months back,

But five months is a while

When you're pushed so far off track.

The twinges in my arms and jaw,

The tightness in my chest,

Sometimes I feel like I'm not me,

Like I've become possessed.

I don't know if I'll make it,

If I'll get out alive,

But, on my life, I'm going to try,

To help myself survive.

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Shell

How do you make anything about yourself when, your whole life, everything has been about someone else?

How do you see your own reflection in the mirror when everything you are is a shadow of the last person you'd ever wish to be?

How do you cross the street without looking over your shoulder when all you've ever been taught is how to fear?

I wish I had the answer.

But I was never given real answers. Only ones that resulted in more questions.

Here's another: how long can you live your life watching minutes tick away before your will runs out and your heart gives in?

One day, you will want to love yourself again. The real you. And the only thing you will fear is the fear itself. I can't tell you how to do it - like I said, I have no answers - but do it, you will, and you will greet yourself like a broken stranger and nurse yourself back to health.

One more question, before I leave you be: do you really want to wait around to find out how long it takes?