Heres a poem from a young bloke who came from a very violent home, a home where daily violent bashings and psychological warfare were a given, a young
bloke who lived in constant fear.
This poem is 35 years old and was authoured by myself at 15 yrs of age as i was coming to the realization that the world as i knew it had to not be
all that there was.
I stumbled across my poem stashed away in my old hidyhole spot which I had forgotten about until my folks where moving home a few months ago and I was
Incase others are at a cross road i thought it may help -
So here goes -
. As i drift through the dark i still see the light.
. I can see it somehow but it's still not that bright.
. For in the dark i seem to dwell.
. The fight for the light it hurts like hell.
. Good or bad or inbetween I'm undecided it still remains to be seen.
. Is there a call, if so what does it mean, so many complex environments none feel right to me.
. Through their eyes they selectively see, but I'm curious just what do i see, not near half as much as those looking at me.
. I wonder as my end approaches just who will i be, i guess it won't matter to much as i know I'll be me.
. Who i am i struggle to know, but i hold on with both hands tightly wherever I go.
. Wrestling between the dark and the light i don't wish upon you, but the great fight for that glimmer of light feels like a fight with more like
. A victim of circumstances or a victim of hate, I must seek the source of that glimmer of light before it's too late.
. The darkside seems to dwell within it may even be a battle i cannot win.
. But fight i will to my last breath as to go down fighting for the light, surely is not a sin.
Looking back now i think it's incredibly insightful for a young bloke who came from that kind of environment so i thought it worth putting out there
for any young minds that may be struggling to shake their own demons.
Hope it helps if your struggling with turmoil.
Thanks for reading.