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I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~

Sunday, February 7, 2010

"Little Boy Blue"

That little boy inside of him
longed to just be heard.
This dealing all alone stuff
was lonely and absurd.

His memories of long ago
evaded him so long.
What had happened in his life?
How had he been wronged?

Plagued by sickness, not in health,
his little body struggled.
Tummy issues left him pained,
made his daily life so troubled.

This little boy depended on
down time in the nurses room.
A little elixir for his belly . . .
easing pain real soon.

His memories were fuzzy
of much from that young time.
Leaving the grown man in him
depressed and feeling sublime.

He longed for understanding;
for truth and healing too.
Until he sought out therapy
it was something he never knew.

One day things got aggressive;
the truth came pouring in.
The male nurse he had depended on
had been a man of sin.

What he had thought elixir . .
had been koolaid and rum.
The man would drunken the boy right up
and do things that'd made the boy numb.

The past came rushing through to him
and took his breath away.
The therapist suggested
you need a confidant today.

He thought he had the one . . .
a girl he'd met, who'd shared his heart.
But when he bared his soul
their closeness quickly feel apart.

She'd promised to be there for him . . .
he truly did believe this.
But life comes crashing in sometimes
and things can go amiss.

Stuck smack dab in so much sad
he longed to feel acceptance.
He wanted to be heard
and to not feel so defenseless.

Even so, he's determined . . .
to laugh, express and smile each day.
He hides behind his laughter
and buries the scars away.

He knows the day will come
when a heart will open and love will swim in;
and love him unconditionally . . .
and the hurt little boy that lives in him.
From a twitter prompt:
A story told by a man named Jay who's story needs to be heard. So that he may heal.
From : And anonymous twitter friend

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