Denial Set Free

by Baby Rainbow   Aug 12, 2015


My mouth refuses to open
because I am scared of what might come out,
and how I might react to the sound
of the truth finally being revealed.

Terrified of admitting with my own voice
that the past really did happen to me,
and there never has been another little girl;
it has always been me.

As much as I try not to let fear control me,
or to let others see I am afraid,
it terrifies me to revisit a place
which I have never been to in this braver state of mind -
a mind that is now able to understand
what happened to that broken little girl
who always denied being me.

Saffie
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30/7/15

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  • 9 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    My mouth refuses to open
    because I am scared of what might come out,
    and how I might react to the sound
    of the truth finally being revealed.

    ^^I like this opening stanza. When we are confronted this is the feeling the anxiety we undergo and we do know that truth has to come out but at the same time we hold our self back not sure how and what the reaction will be. This stanza sets the mood and the atmosphere of fear.

    Terrified of admitting with my own voice
    that the past really did happen to me,
    and there never has been another little girl;
    it has always been me.

    ^^I can understand this. Letting go of denial is like letting go of a past. If one wants to be free from the past..one has to let go of denial. The more we hold onto it the peace will go farther away from our grasp.

    The ending of this poem sounds like a solution-the right thing to do and you know it needs to be done. Yet fear always has a grasp on us and holds us back. At the same time we don't want to look weak and shattered in front of others so we remain silent. The day we let go of fear is the day peace will shine within you...touching write..take care.

  • 9 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    That first stanza is so powerful and captured me from the off. I guess we're all scared of the truth sometimes. A poem with an undertone of hope though, simply in the acceptance of this thing which must surely be the first step to any recovery. Another moving write, Saffie. ell done.