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Alex Olson Poem
Abused Children,
Unhealed Children,
Passed down from,
Abused Mothers,
And unhealed mothers
Mothers who act like children just because they grew up too fast
Because their mother was a little too harsh on them
There's no victims in our story
There’s just hopeless children
Seeking for their mother’s warmth
For their mother’s acceptance
As daughters, we hide our pain from our mothers
Because if they saw our pain
It triggered their own
We aren’t allowed to be upset
Because simply they had it worse, right?
So we take the threats,
We take the screams,
The cries,
The faults,
We pick up the broken glass,
We pick up our crying mother off the floor,
And wipe her tears,
As she is just a hopeless child,
An abused child,
An unhealed one.
Copyright © Alex Olson | Year Posted 2024
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Alex Olson Poem
You have never understood the fear in my voice, shaking and quivering, for life
i begged for my dad
dripping bloody,
pants, underwear running low dangling on my knees
"please pick me up, im..maiden lane..? i'm scared dad. it's dark. and i don't know where i am please.."
i cried
aching painfully,
"i'm on my way, stay right there. telephone box?"
"mhm.." i cried like dying dog.
the click of the phone as he hung up,
pained into my creeping silence
i swallowed into myself,
dripping in the puddle of blood,
that stains my underwear dangling at feet
i press for the pain to mellow but
of course, it doesn't
and blur my vision into the tears streaming bloody hot down my cheeks
feeling my burnt blonde hair and smeared mascara along and in my eyes
the date did not end well
especially when i had to cry to my dad to take me home
Copyright © Alex Olson | Year Posted 2024
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Alex Olson Poem
I swam in the sea
What a boring day to be a fish,
The water is murky and dark
A fish..a treat..
It was like finding a rainbow on a stormy day,
I pushed so fast, the snack didn’t leave, what a strange snack
The fish slid into my mouth, and then..
Ouch! A spike punctured through my lip
I was caught, like the other fish
So I waited for my misery to catch up to me
Seconds turned to minutes,
Minutes felt like hours,
The blood from my lip was pouring out, trying to heal my pain
But it was impossible
My treat that I thought was so great, turned into a nasty regret
But did I actually regret it?
Because this treat was the only happiness in my life right now
And if it didn’t appear, I would be stuck in the same position..the same past
But not the same now
Now it was different
And though my pain grows, I wasn’t realed in,
I wasn’t gonna die
I was just there and this was my new life…my new goal
To learn how to heal because my happiness turned against me
Copyright © Alex Olson | Year Posted 2024
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