Where am I?
How did I get to this place that I don’t know?
I am like a prodigal daughter whose deep longing for love caused her to stray away from home unconsciously.
Hypnotised by the con men who promised to see me,
Who promised to acknowledge me,
Who promised to give me life.
Walking with my eyes focused on them,
Unaware of where I was going,
I clung to my con men,
Toiled to make them happy.
They told me I was ugly.
They withheld their love when I displeased them.
They took pleasure in humiliating me.
But I stayed with them,
Hoping that they would fulfil their promise to fill me.
My arms grew weak from holding on to them.
I felt my spirit sap from me with every effort I made.
For a split second, I looked up to find the road back home.
It wasn’t there.
I turned to them to inquire, but they had vanished.
* image from Pexels.
Thank you for this sad and touching poem. My favorite line is: I am like a prodigal daughter whose deep longing for love caused her to unconsciously stray away from home.
Thank you for reading Jeanne 🙏🏾 glad you enjoyed the piece 😊😊
I love everything about this post. I love bloggers that share deeper more personal posts rather then just all the surface “fun” posts. Thanks for being so vulnerable and sharing this!
My pleasure Erin 😊😊 glad you enjoyed the piece 😊😊
Your poem is absolutely beautiful and the words are so powerful…
Thanks so much 🙏🏾 glad you enjoyed the piece 😊😊
beautiful piece! truly inspiring through the words you used, even if it’s a bit sad…
Thanks Maria 😊 glad you enjoyed the poem 😊😊
WOW! This was a beautiful post! Thank you for sharing such a personal writing. Beautiful!
Thanks so much 🙏🏾🙏🏾