Good bye old thoughts

The  pain that is  inflicted upon us

Leaves  our mind full of ruckus 

The fight between wrongs and rights

Can keep us dwelling and awake all night

 

Walls they cave in on top

We ask our minds to stop

 

Tossing and turning frantically 

Visions of pain played out dramatically 

 

Worries and fear 

Won't disappear 

Because we lend a listening ear

To those who simpley  did not care

 

So you stay stump

Unable to share

Wondering how you ever got here

 

Hours pass by 

Your pillow left wet

The tears dried up

Yet you cannot forget 

The pain you endured 

From a person who reassured 

Your heart was safe with them.

 

You find yourself falling for another 

But the pain from your past

Makes you afraid over the other

you shared your secrets o

Paranoid and insecure 

You realise your just a silly git 

 

Not all are out to hurt you

You learn along the way

That the pain from your past 

Helped build the woman you are today.

Good bye my insecurities 

Your no longer needed

This man whom loves me

Has succeeded in his quest 

He proves to me daily 

That I Lisa am indeed the best

The best friend and lover and all things nice 

This man is my suger

And I am his spice

?❤

 

 

◄ No time to pause

Comments

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lisa donohoe

Wed 25th Sep 2019 09:58

Thank you for the lovely comments my fellow poets 💕💕

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Don Matthews

Tue 24th Sep 2019 22:35

On a different point Lisa its nice to see you identifying yourself as the subject of the poem......

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Jason Bayliss

Tue 24th Sep 2019 22:26

That is so true Lisa, without pain there would be no growth, but also without love and it sounds like you've found that. As ever beautifully raw and true.

J. x

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lisa donohoe

Fri 13th Sep 2019 16:00

100% Ruth. Without pain there would be no growth ❤

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Ruth O'Reilly

Fri 13th Sep 2019 11:52

Like this Lisa, it's true over coming the hurt and insecurities does build you into a stronger better version of yourself that you can be proud of.

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