Saving Grace

by Lady Nik   Dec 18, 2012

Saying goodbye is never easy
so they told me. But no one
ever said I'd have to look
in this mirror...and say goodbye
to myself.

She speaks to me from the other
side but dare I answer her?
Answer my past self...

The part of me that is shattered--
trapped in a catacomb of my own
disease. Save me. Who will save

Time has shown me that we are both
suffering. The past, the present but
the future? Will there be a future?

So many questions but we already
know the answer. Save me. I thought I
needed someone to save me...

but really I have to save myself.

*Not sure if this is finished... some guidance would be great. -Nik*


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  • 5 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    Thanks for sharing this Nik. I got emmersed in it straight away and could relate! There was a time in my life when I almost lost myself as it were. It was like I was a book and someone was pulling out the pages,,, one by one, bit by bit.... taking away me! But they didn't get to destroy the whole book. and gradually the pages where written again. And are still being writ. The book is new and has a new cover :)

    Well done in penning this!

  • 5 years ago

    by Kuro

    I found it to be a very curious setting. Like an adventure to save a stolen princess, only along the way, I found out I was the one trapped and needed saving. One thing to remember is that no adventurer ever is alone in their journey.

    Thanks for sharing :)

  • 5 years ago

    by Exostosis

    Edit - Double post. My bad.

  • 5 years ago

    by Exostosis

    Reading the poem, I doubt the author needs saving. It seems the author needs to get organized. She is skeptical that her future will tend to be miserable, given that her past and her present seem to be in the rut. She is fearful of the future. But one constructs his/her future by acting, thinking about the potential consequences of the decisions he/she will implement in the present. And that will be the foundation for a secure future. Thus, she cannot be approached by others because she is doubtful of her thoughts. She cannot make up her mind, which renders suggestions from different parties futile.

    A bit more of organization and planning, will make a difference.

    None the less. Very well written.

  • 5 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Its like trapped within a certain hole and no one
    can help but ourselves. Sounds like a situation
    that requires more then help...hope you are okay dear...take care..

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