You enfold me in shadow sucking out the soul of me.
I strive to excel in your eyes, to let my spirit free.
You see no good where I stand.Only what hate shows you.
You laugh at my efforts and criticize all I do.
Tell me I am obsessed and addicted shout and bluster all you wish.
I have seen and heard it all before, it is as predicted.
The tatters of my life like the rags clothing an old doll.
My soul has words yearning to be heard to make me whole.
That is why I write so these words can be free as a bird.
Why do you need to put me down,
Cast those looks at me and frown.
I spend no more time on my writing
Then you do when you are out doing your own thing.
My words need escape they need to sing.
You can scorn and chide me all you will,
Sap my strength exhaust me make me ill.
I shall write and I shall grow.
That which is inside me, is what I need to show.
Every time I have found an interest you find ways to set the blight in.
Too many times I have just given in
But no, not this time. I shall, endeavour to ignore your snipes
I shall use this gift and I shall earn my stripes.
But this means so much to me now I can’t let you win.
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This is an old poem from November 2011 slightly reworked.
willowdot21 
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:31:33
I feel your fire! Don’t let the world take from you that which they are lacking.
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:39:00
Thank you I shall keep fighting! 🙂 xx
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:33:04
Ummm, I’m glad this was an old post. I was afraid you might be feeling squished. Well written Willow, very emotive and sharp. Thank You.
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:34:42
Thanks for your support as always!!
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:37:47
It does seem very fresh. Very powerful piece.
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:40:59
Thanks it is an on going struggle maybe that is why it is fresh!
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:41:27
I hear that… ♡
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:42:35
🙂 night night so tired!! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! xxx
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:45:24
XXX
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:48:55
Sounds like the kind of poem that Edgar Allan Poe would enjoy. Shocker! A lovely poem though!
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:58:35
Thank you Cliff .. Not sure what Mister Poe would would of said he wasvfar scarier than me. Thanks for the compliament . xx
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:50:13
This sounds like mental abuse. Whew. You’ve nailed the pain and resolution. Wow, Willow. Amazing. ❤
Sep 02, 2014 @ 21:55:43
You are bang on the nail there Tess that is exactly what I was meaning. ❤
Sep 03, 2014 @ 21:14:33
I’m pleased the times I ‘get’ it. 😀 😀 Not always though because poetry is my thing. 😮
Sep 03, 2014 @ 21:50:21
You are way too modest, you seem to understand a great deal! xxxx
Sep 04, 2014 @ 13:08:29
Not always. I do some ‘guessing’ too. ❤
Sep 05, 2014 @ 19:00:44
❤
Sep 02, 2014 @ 23:07:07
My words need escape they need to sing.
You can scorn and chide me all you will,
Sap my strength exhaust me make me ill.
I shall write and I shall grow.
Wow, those words give me chills.
Sep 03, 2014 @ 18:55:41
I needed to get the stress the fear of being trapped through , I think I have! Thank you Audrey! xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sep 03, 2014 @ 20:45:47
Loved this…truly. xxx
Sep 03, 2014 @ 21:02:56
Thank you!
Sep 02, 2014 @ 23:22:06
Bravo!!! Beautiful Poem!!
Sep 03, 2014 @ 16:39:55
Thank you it is all about being controlled and fighting against it!
Sep 03, 2014 @ 03:29:25
Good to see you again. This is truly good. Very powerful words. Hope all is well in your life. Hugs, Barbara
Sep 03, 2014 @ 18:52:38
Thank you Barbara all is good with me and I hope all is good with you! This is a poem that I really needed to write!
Sep 03, 2014 @ 03:29:52
Reblogged this on idealisticrebel.
Sep 03, 2014 @ 16:38:29
Thank you for the reblog I am very grateful