Broken, still
A poem
I am broken.
I was broken.
Turns out,
I am broken still.
I should have known,
every now and then
things would resurface.
I still cannot control my anger.
Every little thing can set me off.
I know now.
I have known for a while.
I try to contain it.
Stuff those feelings down,
down deep
and bury them.
Lock them away
and forever throw away the key.
No matter how hard I try,
they bubble back up.
Slowly but steadily.
Until it has grown into a tsunami.
A tsunami of hurt,
of helplessness,
of anger,
of untamable rage.
I have a dark side now.
A dark side I never knew existed.
A dark side that I wish would disappear.
They broke me,
I have tried to pick up the pieces.
But I am still not whole
and those missing pieces
are being replaced by fury.
I am no longer a Jedi.
I am a dark lord now.
Forever trapped in the dark.
Kikou ne soit pas désespérer,un jour le jeudi qui est au plus profond de toi va resurgir et te rendre l'espoir et la force de reprendre confiance en toi
Tu vas y arriver on crois en toi
Gros bisous 😚 😚 😚 😚
Yes, you have a dark side, just like everybody else, nothing to be ashamed of 😘. Sure it is frightening but what matters and helps is that you accept this fact and let your light shine through it, and even the darkest edges become at least grey. People who don't acknowledge the darkness(ess) in them self, are the people who never shine!