Unanswered

Unanswered long poem

Unanswered long poemUploaded by Tyesia Taylor


The user keeps robbing the soul.
The circulation of lies spinning the arrow my way.
Why can’t love be reciprocated?
Agony plagues the heart.
Deception hovers over the mind.
Why the heart and the mind cannot be at peace?
The shaking of the hand gets out of control.
They eyes do not want to believe.
The ears do not want to know.
Why what I see and hear corrupts my heart?
The user is getting bolder.
Doing what he wants, saying what he wants, and being whom he pleases.
Why is my kindness being taken for granted?
The grip of the wrist, the bending of the arms hoping that something great is in the waters.
But just water the truth is clear.
Do not shake your head, don’t you dare close your eyes face it just face it.
Why am I afraid that a change is not going to come?
They say the best feeling is accepting something you cannot change.
So, his change doesn’t have to happen.
His change doesn’t have to help soothe my aching heart.
What do I really want?
Being protected by peace, being loved by acceptance, being free from the truth.
I’m diving in the ocean of acknowledgement.
I’m gripping the wheel as I feel the loss of guilt.
I’m here, I’ve made it, I’ve let go
I’m at peace.
The user has been flung in thin air.
Loving myself for acceptance and freedom.
My vision has changed.
My mind has been opened.
My heart has healed.
I’ve let go of the impossible.
I’ve accepted the truth.
I’ve embraced my wisdom for the presence of my worth.
I’m free!

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I am a full-time Doctorate student. I am optimistic, loving, caring, aggressive, fair, and strong-willed. I enjoy reading and writing. I enjoy spending time with family and friends. I love being a mom.
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