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QueenPhoenix
QueenPhoenix
Aug 07, 2022 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)
This poem is part of the contest:

Neopoem Of The Week Contest August 7th to August 13th

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Self Resurrection

I healed from my past
Looking back I can now laugh
Never paying revenge to tame my ego
The debts I paid were illegal

Hands on my body that made me cry
My story, I was taught to deny
So low, the ground was above me
No one cared to dig me free

I found a tool to dig my way out
Pen in my pocket I began to shout
As I began to scribe on my tomb
The seals began to break as if I were in a womb

The sun began to shine with each word I wrote
Freedom came the more of the truth I didn't sugar coat
Free at last as a hand was gave
As I looked back at my grave

Who is this that helped lift me out
She looked like me without a doubt
It was me, that had risen myself from despair
Time to tell my story with no time to spare

No longer embarrassed, with my head held high
No more tears as my daughters drew nigh
I have a story to tell you, one in her teens one knee high
They both would know before my family could deny

My story was told from beginning to end
They would never suffer from those past sins
My grave taught me to fight and not just for me
I would save others not just my family

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Self healing of generational curses. Did not start with me but it will end with me.

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S.A., USA

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Comments

Dystopia

Dystopia

2 years 10 months ago

Hi QueenPheonix. This is a

Hi QueenPheonix. This is a stellar example of how a poem can really bring awareness to issues like these that exist in society. The emotion in this poem is expertly conveyed, leaving the reader with a new understanding of this topic. Well done!

Rosewood Apothecary

Rosewood Apothecary

2 years 10 months ago

Generational trauma

I commend your self awareness. My wife and I are working hard to break this cycle. Looking back on my childhood I realize now that my father who was emotionally and physically abused as a child was breaking that generational garbage back then as he never laid hands on me once. My mom had a more difficult time and she is still working on it with her therapist. I catch myself falling into her parenting style with my kids and it made me seek therapy myself. If you are committed to this task you can give the world such a gift by raising them in a more emotionally literate environment.

The poem is good, the subject of it is really important,
Tim

QueenPhoenix

QueenPhoenix

2 years 10 months ago

Thanks Tim I went years of

Thanks Tim I went years of thinking that it didn't bother me, that was until I had children of my own and two failed marriages. Everyone has their own way of healing and feeling complete. I had to go within and relive the moments, with losts of meditation. When I finally had a breakthrough. I'm on a mission and I can finally say I found my calling.

RoseBlack

RoseBlack

2 years 10 months ago

A wonderful story

of overcoming those generational curses and cycles! Good for you! Well written!

Jackweb

Jackweb

2 years 10 months ago

Hello Queen P.

This is a very narrative piece! The poem has a lot of 'I' which defined it as a personal experience. Personal pronouns make the text seem as though it is directly addressing the reader, making it more personal and more likely for the reader to respond.

The good new is, no matter how hard life seem to be; at the end of the tunnel our light shines forth.

Check on this line:

'Free at last as a hand was gave'
It would have been > Free at last as a hand was given'

I guess, you were trying to achieve a rhyme here.

Lively presentation.
.

QueenPhoenix

QueenPhoenix

2 years 10 months ago

It was a personal journey one

It was a personal journey one that I am no longer embarrassed of. It's my story. I'm proud of me. Thanks for your advice much love and appreciated.

Ray Whitaker

Ray Whitaker

2 years 10 months ago

Nice poem

the journey to self actualization is often lonely and rocky. pitfalls are hard to see. Mudholes are easier to see, yes? Congrats to you for going down this path!