A story squeezed into a free verse about the writer’s life.
The Cursed Gift
I stood alone
On this perfect circle
Trying not to moan
As my head pounds
I closed my eyes
Dream again and again
That I’m anywhere but here
And that I could stop
My heart from crying
My soul is lost
I cover my eyes
And scream out loud
But nothing comes out
In the rain
I walk and ask myself
Why is everybody with someone but me?
The world is so beautiful
I want to share it
But no can see
What I see
Have you ever heard?
Someone call you crazy
When you’ve already heard that
Exactly a million times
That you’ll start to believe
Even when it’s far
From the truth
Have someone hurt you
So much you see pain
And not feel it
When I was in my youth
Nobody remembers my words
I lock myself in my room
And yell to God to take me away
I’ve told stories to my toys
The only ones who listen
And not just hears
I’ve learned to smile
When I heard music
But when I hear the words
I never smiled again
Have you made so many promises?
That you hate yourself
When you can’t keep them
Like everybody else
You can’t trust anyone
Even yourself
But I was always right
Until that one day
Have you ever wished?
That someone would come
And rescue you
From reality
Have you found yourself?
Walking the streets at night
Looking for the moon
But all you see are stars
You do not see danger
You fear nothing
You feel so unreal
And not alive
Do you know what it’s like?
When you feel someone else’s pain
And his tears run down your face
His words come out your mouth
What’s it like
To float and fly away
Then someone pulls you down
And it feels so right
You have many friends
You get support and help
But when you blink
Nobody was there for you
Have you ever felt
So used and abused
That you don’t know
Where you belong anymore
People laugh at you
While the rest can’t look you in the eye
And tell you things
You want to ask them
What was so funny?
That they cannot forgive
And forget you
Sometimes you think
Maybe I was wrong
After all, I’m all to blame…
There are times I envy animals
Their lives are so simple
They knew where they belong
Have you ever tried to kill yourself?
Then regret it
When you recover
Once upon a time
There was a girl
She lived a mystery
But everybody knew who she is
Once upon a time
That girl believed
Dreams can come true
And there is love
When you hate
She went looking
And found out
There is a God
But not of this world
She sought His kingdom
Made her prayers
And sleep forever
Under His name
Once upon a time
And always
That girl is me.
Written last November 18, 2004
By: Joan Paula S. Quinabo a.k.a. 3libras
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