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Poem of my life
Animalloverb
Posts: 71 Budding Regular
I don't know if this is the right place for it so I apologise if it isn't.
My poem is called 'still I rise'
The world comes loud, then far too still, A flicker, a tremor, against my will. All I can see is blurred- out life, the distance fogged, a silent strife.
Sounds may fade or crash like waves, words escape their speaking graves. I reach for light through static air, with tangled speech, but still I care. Each breath can burn, my chest help tight. Asthma's grip in day and night. Yet here I stand, though lungs may ache, I breathe for every dream I make.
There was a time my legs gave way, my body silent, cold, betrayed. No hand reached out, no help was near
Just pain, and falls and silent fear. But I rose alone through every bruise, each ache a reason not to lose. Step by step, I took it back
Not what it was, but strength I lack?
No, strength I found and strength i grew, I moved again, more than I knew.
My minds a maze, so bright, so wide. With autism truths i will not hide.
Anxiety shadows, PTSD screams, but still I rise and chase my dreams.
I'm tired. I'm aching. I want to scream. But art still colours every dream.
With music's pulse and animals near, I find a kind of peace right here.
Frustration rises, but can't erase
The fire I hold, my scared space. So hear this now, world fierce and loud
I may be different, but I am proud.
And even when the paths unclear, when blurred life moves too close, too near
I paint, I sing, I still believe,
I stand. I breathe. I never leave.
My name is Bea, I wear it true.
Brave in all fight and do.
Through every battle, loud or grave,
I fall- I rise.
I am brave.
My poem is called 'still I rise'
The world comes loud, then far too still, A flicker, a tremor, against my will. All I can see is blurred- out life, the distance fogged, a silent strife.
Sounds may fade or crash like waves, words escape their speaking graves. I reach for light through static air, with tangled speech, but still I care. Each breath can burn, my chest help tight. Asthma's grip in day and night. Yet here I stand, though lungs may ache, I breathe for every dream I make.
There was a time my legs gave way, my body silent, cold, betrayed. No hand reached out, no help was near
Just pain, and falls and silent fear. But I rose alone through every bruise, each ache a reason not to lose. Step by step, I took it back
Not what it was, but strength I lack?
No, strength I found and strength i grew, I moved again, more than I knew.
My minds a maze, so bright, so wide. With autism truths i will not hide.
Anxiety shadows, PTSD screams, but still I rise and chase my dreams.
I'm tired. I'm aching. I want to scream. But art still colours every dream.
With music's pulse and animals near, I find a kind of peace right here.
Frustration rises, but can't erase
The fire I hold, my scared space. So hear this now, world fierce and loud
I may be different, but I am proud.
And even when the paths unclear, when blurred life moves too close, too near
I paint, I sing, I still believe,
I stand. I breathe. I never leave.
My name is Bea, I wear it true.
Brave in all fight and do.
Through every battle, loud or grave,
I fall- I rise.
I am brave.
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Comments
That feels extremely moving to read - especially that last section.
There's so much defiance and resilience in this poem - "Yet here I stand, though lungs may ache, I breathe for every dream I make." Beautiful.
How did it feel to write this?
To be honest, writing this kind of helped me express how things kind of are for me right now. And what I like about writing poems is that there is no right or wrong thing to write so I can right anything that represents me and it will all flow together.
Each part of my poem represents different things in my life.
"A flicker, a tremor, against my will" this represents my epilepsy.
The but written after that line- the blurred out life part. That represents my vision.
The next paragraph- the sounds part is about my hearing. And the speaking parts are about my speech disorder.
As it say in the poem the chest parts represents my asthma.
The next paragraph which is about my legs represents when I lost all of my mobility and no service would help me work to get it back so I had to push with everything I have and used all my energy to get it back which I have finally got back but just not to how it was before.
Then there is mentions of my other disorders in there and some mentions of how I have been feeling lately.