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Aleise Kebreau Poem
Green plaid, black vans. What I
remember from that day. Fake
smiles and crude jokes are
what kept you occupied they
say. You laughed. Not a care
felt from you. Guilt maybe, but
yet it was still a joke to you.
Looked into my eyes and just
fed me lies. I won't tell you,
but just know. That day a little
piece of me died. A weight on
my heart I wore every day. A
weight I prayed would just go
away. But today I write this,
tears on my cheeks so long
afterwards yet my heart still
feels weak. I've asked for the
patience, so that I may forgive.
Forgive you for the pain that I
felt so hard that day. I thought
that was through. It was over
with now, but a single thought
brought back and I'm weeping
softly as my head bows. I've
prayed and wailed for peace
within, but I cannot hope for
peace if I have not truly
forgiven him. In time this will
pass and my heart will feel
new. And on that day will the
words be said "I've finally
forgiven you".
Copyright © Aleise Kebreau | Year Posted 2014
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Aleise Kebreau Poem
It's a pain that is oh so familiar to
me now. The emptiness, it's no
surprise. It comes on so suddenly.
So high then low in a simple
glimpse. There is no warning. It
catches me when I'm weak. Rapes
my mind, and leaves me oblivious to
my well being. There is no cure. I
have grown to believe it. My heart, it
hurts and my eyes are burning. I
blink and they all fall. My tears
staining. I've hit an all time low, and
I don't know how to reverse it. My
brain is aching. Too much at once.
My body can take so much. I'm at
an overload. I don't know my own
thoughts. There are too many. My
feelings are unknown. God please
reveal them to me, and relieve me
before I break down. Bring the war
in my heart at peace. I pray to you
but it is like i am unheard. Where is
my strength. I am overwhelmed with
sorrow. I just want to be happy.
Copyright © Aleise Kebreau | Year Posted 2013
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Aleise Kebreau Poem
No one died,
but something in me did.
A pressure in my chest,
a burning ache in my heart.
An emptiness in my stomach,
but no meal to save me.
I’m too late to be saved.
So instead, I mourn.
No one died,
but grief of the heart…it kills.
Death by invisible heartbreak,
no funeral,
no closure,
no one bringing me flowers.
Alone, I mourn.
A loss too silent.
Too quiet to hear.
Too hidden to see.
A soft suffocation,
I’m being buried alive.
Still,
I fight to reach air.
Beyond dirt,
beyond sticks,
beyond stones.
From the mud,
I breathe.
I’m not broken.
I’m healing.
I’m not buried,
I’m planted.
And like a lotus,
I’ll rise.
Copyright © Aleise Kebreau | Year Posted 2025
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But what happens
when the one who holds you,
once was the one who broke you?
What happens
when the one who loves you,
is the one who hurts you—
not like the shooter behind the gun,
but like the sun
to a flower wilting for rain.
You don’t want to destroy me,
you just want to save me.
See me smile without shadows of doubt,
hold me tight with hopes I won’t run.
But I’m still.
There is nowhere to run,
nowhere to shade myself
from the sun meant to nourish me,
as it slowly kills me.
God, where is my rain?
Copyright © Aleise Kebreau | Year Posted 2025
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Once upon a time,
to be loved was enough.
But what if I want more.
To be loved,
and to be known, chosen, and seen.
This is love.
Where I’m known, but misunderstood.
Where I’m chosen, but still haunted.
Where I’m seen, but aching to disappear.
I hoped for something different.
Something soft.
Something easy.
A picture perfect love.
A protection to my peace.
But that’s not real life.
No perfect pictures or fairytales.
Just pretty smiles behind a cracked frame.
Hopeful chapters on tear stained pages.
I thought love was meant to stretch,
not slowly rip me apart.
But how can you stretch
what’s already in pieces?
I’m just so tired,
tired of being strong.
Tired of being okay,
when every day I’m just losing.
So today, I'll be weak.
I'll beat your chest, as I wail.
Let you hold me as I shake.
And I'll fall apart in your arms.
Until the bomb in my heart starts ticking once again.
Because once upon a time,
I survived the battle,
with grace, with grit.
Only to enter a war,
and call it love.
Copyright © Aleise Kebreau | Year Posted 2025
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