Coming To Term Poem by Julie Shirley

With nothing left to provide
I feel the near end
of what was once meant to survive
shredding before me,
like an unforgiving friend.

The surroundings are fierce,
having no thoughts of my own,
depicting the past,
is like a warm heart pierced-
only hurting for the moment,
but scarred for life,
allowing time to heal,
to only forget what was right.

Ignorance is bliss,
saturated in cruelty,
being fed to others
from those who reiterate
the sufferings they
thought were history.

Blinded by the numbness
of not accepting the reality
of the experiences
that took the good away from all.

The cycle of learning
being corrupted from the start
only repeating what is known
without taking the opportunity
to regrow.