Insecurity Poem Poem by Cyrena Limage
Insecurity Poem
Cyrena is a painting
That tells countless tales
But the worst part is
No one care to hear her
The ink to her painting is melting
Because her paintings never last
The ink melted as it was nailed to the wall
It melted to her past
Someone call the janitor
Cyrena's made a spill
Someone call the doctor
Cyrena's become ill
Now everyone notices me
While i lie like water upon a white sea
The janitor says he'll clean it up
The doctor says, 'I see why she's ill,
She's given up...'
(i made this poem in 8th grade, and i just found it... i was going through such a depressing time, i hope whoever reads this poem can understand what i tried to say... it was hard to explain how i felt at the time...)
Cyrena dear, I understand more than I would like to admit. I know all about the melting and the becoming ill, and the reason is...I just gave up. But I was actually 12 when I started having these feelings of being lost. I was abandoned and disowned by my own mother who could never say 'I love you', but instead threw me into an institution. for 5½ years I cried, literally, for her to come and take me home, but to no avail, as she ignore me again and again, and the loving arms I should have felt from her were non existent even before she sent me away. So yes, Cyrena, I know exactly what you are talking about. The hopelessness, the anxieties, the thoughts of suicide, the thoughts of despair, the crying, the hollow feeling where the heart should be. Yes Cyrena, I know exactly what you mean. A 10+++++ and thank you for sharing this with us. Love & hugs, Barbara
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5/2/2024 10:48:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wax paintings last when they are treated in the right way; obviously if you deliberately heat them up they just melt, so would an aquarelle dissolve if you poured water over it...I've got designs I painted few years ago and they still haven't changed... There's no loss at the shore of the ocean of ideas and good will...and innovation...so there's no reason to cry and get ill for... I admire people who seek for a joy and entertainment in their own assumptions... Interesting write...thank you for sharing...