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The Boy Warrior:
You came as a thief in the night.
A Cowards heroics.
And took all that was dear to me,
Never asking just taking.
You followed in the shadows all the days
of my life, But, now I see you,
no more places for you to hide,.
You were the monsters chasing me
in my dreams, And will no more.
For out of the ashes of the life
you took, Came something you cannot
take.
The courage of a child!
The love of a child!
Or the spirit of a child!
Yes you took so much.
And still you follow and torment
Me in my moments of weakness.
So many times you wore me down,
And each time I would fight you back.
For so long I fought you to a stalemate,
Never winning never loosing.
Me at the edge of the abyss,
And you always managing to Take more ground.
Never satisfied,
Greed with no bounds.
Always trying to push me over the edge,
And close you came many a time.
How clever you thought you were!
Oh how blind you are by your own ignorance.
Only a fool would not know.
That out of the destruction comes creation.
Yes my old nemesis, my life long companion.
You did create something! You made me!
I am the sum of your trials.
You are part of me.
I accept you are part of my life.
I accept you have taken all that is dear to me.
Above all, I accept you made the Boy Warrior!!!
Did you believe I would never find him again?
That eight year old boy, I left behind so many years ago.
It is he who carried me through life!
It is he who pushed you when I could not!
It was he who loved when I wanted to hate!
It was he who cried when I could not!
It is he who opened my eyes to you!
It is he who would not give up on me-when I gave up on him!
You came as a thief in the night.
A Cowards heroics.
And took all that was dear to me,
Never asking just taking.
You followed in the shadows all the days
of my life, But, now I see you,
no more places for you to hide,.
You were the monsters chasing me
in my dreams, And will no more.
For out of the ashes of the life
you took, Came something you cannot
take.
The courage of a child!
The love of a child!
Or the spirit of a child!
Yes you took so much.
And still you follow and torment
Me in my moments of weakness.
So many times you wore me down,
And each time I would fight you back.
For so long I fought you to a stalemate,
Never winning never loosing.
Me at the edge of the abyss,
And you always managing to Take more ground.
Never satisfied,
Greed with no bounds.
Always trying to push me over the edge,
And close you came many a time.
How clever you thought you were!
Oh how blind you are by your own ignorance.
Only a fool would not know.
That out of the destruction comes creation.
Yes my old nemesis, my life long companion.
You did create something! You made me!
I am the sum of your trials.
You are part of me.
I accept you are part of my life.
I accept you have taken all that is dear to me.
Above all, I accept you made the Boy Warrior!!!
Did you believe I would never find him again?
That eight year old boy, I left behind so many years ago.
It is he who carried me through life!
It is he who pushed you when I could not!
It was he who loved when I wanted to hate!
It was he who cried when I could not!
It is he who opened my eyes to you!
It is he who would not give up on me-when I gave up on him!
Yes you hurt me.
But you did not destroy me or him.
We stand together now.
We fight side by side - you have lost!
Yes! See what you have made!
You know the bad but what of the good?
You know not my measure of Love,
Compassion,
Generosity,
My spirit,
Love of life and people! Or my
unwavering faith.
You know not my willingness to do
the right thing regardless of the cost.
But you did not destroy me or him.
We stand together now.
We fight side by side - you have lost!
Yes! See what you have made!
You know the bad but what of the good?
You know not my measure of Love,
Compassion,
Generosity,
My spirit,
Love of life and people! Or my
unwavering faith.
You know not my willingness to do
the right thing regardless of the cost.
No you don't know me! And you never will.
I will morn my loses.
And rejoice for my life.
There are no more shadows.
As we walk in the light of our soul now.
The soul of an eight-year-old boy and a
53-year-old man who became the boy warrior.
A boy who's smile lights the way,
As we forever embrace and walk the path of life as one,
Whole Again.
by Rich romano
Edited by jas4159 (12/13/16 03:56 PM)
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Thanks
rich
justanothersurvivror.wordpress.com
Thanks
rich
justanothersurvivror.wordpress.com
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Good Tuesday to you!...I hope those that had a long weekend enjoyed itI ordered Chinese food for a friend to celebrate him becoming a Canadian citizenA great guyI hope everyone has a great week to look forward toThis year seems to be flying by!!
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The weekend is here!!...Just bearlyI've been hiding away today...I've become more and more uncomfortable in this lifeI've sort of forgotten or opted out of 'living'I don't know how else to put itI'm reclusive other than being with my landlord/friend at timesI don't know how to re engage as I don't really want toJust venting....I know I have a lot to be grateful for...xo
Scott
stay strong, recovery is achievable. not an easy road but a road with an ending - not like just living with the damage, pain and all the rest that has no end in site without a commitment to recovery.
good luck.
I found that writing the poems to very helpful to release stuff. My abuser died. I tried going to the mausoleum where he is and read a letter but that didn't help me.
it never ceases to amaze me how people like us have been thru so much. I am not a writer or a poet. But, I had a similar experience when writing the Boy Warrior as u did with your poetry. This part of the story is explained in my book. it is part of the book i wrote. never had written a poem (not sure the boy warrior qualifies as poetry). i was inspired by others on dailystrength. I sat down one night and started writing, not knowing where to begin. 3 hours later the Boy Warrior was born (found). Have not written a poem since. I am glad u were touched by my journey, and the boy warrior. it is people like yourself that i wrote this poem for. a message of hope. recovery is very possible. it is a wonderful place to be.
feel free to follow my journey on wordpress. copy and paste my signature below. i would love to see your poems at some time in the future when you are comfortable sharing.
stay strong, never give up, always drive toward your dreams.
Rich