There are times in our lives Where we all must fall Some, somewhat harder than the rest But the goal was not to ever quit Nor make it somehow easier to get up again The goal was to take each fall Each battle, each test of fate And mold it into a lesson If there was a way to do so And to learn from it To take out of it every morsel Of truth and moral as you possibly could I was never one to ask for help Nor was I one to show any sort of suffering Each pain, each heartbreak Each tear was shed alone Whether it had been too much pride Too much self dignity Or even, as some may say A way to express my independence I never faltered in hiding my anger or my hurt Through my eyes, my life had become a struggle Those I trusted, always turned their backs and walked away Those I loved, used me and took full advantage Those I fought to keep in my life Suddenly became clear to me That they weren’t worth keeping And at some point in my life The wall came crashing down Swallowing me up in the dust and confusion I learned then, after being robbed of the one thing I had left of my youth, how to hate How to fight back How to look everyone in the eye And stick up for myself There was so much anger So much rage boiling from deep within That had been bottled up for too many years It just got so hard to hold it in When finally, someone took my control I learned to live in self-pity Look at myself as someone so lost So betrayed and misunderstood I had become my worst enemy Just because of someone who had wanted a good time Suddenly, I had withdrawn back to my childhood Where holding someone’s hand was mandatory And being guided across the street had become required What I needed was to learn how to trust All over again To get off of my knees and learn to walk What I needed was to revert back to independency And let go of the people holding me back Suffocating me And, at times, even controlling me I needed to learn how to live To take each day and breathe it in Then when the next day came, breathe it all out So that it diminished with the wind Now I stand here The image of a girl whose found her way Through her once disillusioned eyes And who has every intention on living her life to the extreme fullest No matter how far the road seems to bend off course And no matter how many tears still to come There are times in our lives where we all must fall Some, somewhat harder than the rest And I, I was one of them Yet now I look ahead Climbing my way back to the top Looking up instead of down.
Reason for writing:
I just combined most of the poems I wrote this past year, into one.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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